Pieces of Me by Pua Ramona (small books to read txt) 📕

says pulling her fingers through it. I roll my eyes. “Sina, are you really okay? I mean, he hurt you pretty bad,” she asks. I know she’s worried and I don’t blame her.

“I’m really okay. I just want to wash the left over him off of me” I say. Wait! “You know who it was huh?” I ask her. She doesn’t say anything. “Becca.” She stops washing my hair and looks at me.

“Look, I was told to not discuss this with you, but when your mom gets back, you can talk to her.” Just the thought of everyone knowing makes me feel tired. I rinse the rest of the soap off my body and together we get the last of the shampoo washed out, before Becca shuts the shower off and helps me put my clothes on. It takes a while but we get there eventually.

Becca braids my hair for me and helps me back to my bed. I stop in front of the mirror because I need to see the damage. I close my eyes and I slowly open them. Shit. I run my fingers over my face. “This is pretty bad,” I say aloud. She doesn’t have to say anything; I know it looks awful. I take a deep breath and turn my back on the mirror and get into bed.

“How do you feel?” Becca asks.

“Human,” I tell her.

“Do you want to watch something?” She says picking up the tv remote.

“No. Do you mind if I take a little nap?” She studies me so I say “Becca, I’m fine. Just tired.”

She covers me up and says, “You better not better not go back into a coma if I let you nap.” I roll my eyes because she was serious but it fucking hurts and I end up grimacing at her instead.

“Short nap.” She says and turns the light off.

I must’ve slept longer than I expected. The lights are dim but the tv is still on and the room is empty. Becca must’ve gone home. Something doesn’t feel right. They must have taken my IV out while I slept, so I slowly got out of the bed not needing anyone's help. I see that Becca’s purse is still here.I walk around my bed so I can check to see if she’s out in the halls. I have this sick feeling that something is wrong in the pit of my stomach. My body isn’t healed, but I don’t care.I get to the door and I stop. The walk from the bed to the door drains me. My side is killing me, and my breathing is uneven. Inhale. Exhale. I’m getting light headed. Maybe I should go back to the bed. Dammit. I take a deep breath then slowly start walking back. I suck.

“Pretty girl, you’re up.” I hear as the door opens. I try not to cry, but the stupid tears are already falling.

“Reese” I sob as I turn toward him. He threads his arms around me and I feel safe.

“I missed you,” he says, “Why are you out of bed?”

“Where is he?” I ask. Reese’s face falls. Something is definitely wrong. “Reese, I’ve been through hell and back. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it if you started lying to me now. Where’s everyone at? Why isn’t he here?” My feelings are starting to get hurt. I’m starting to feel like he couldn’t handle being with me after everything that’s happened and that maybe he’s left me. “Reese? Did he leave?” I cry. “Don’t treat me like glass Reese.”

“Wait here,” he says.

“Reese.” I beg.

He looks at me. “You can’t walk so I’m going to see if I could grab you a wheelchair.” A few minutes later he walks back in with a wheelchair. He helps me into it and says “Your brother’s are going to kill me, but I won’t lie to you pretty girl.” I don’t say anything. “You ready?” he asks.

I shook my head. “No. But I have to know” I say. He kisses the top of my head and wheels me out of the room and down the hall. A few nurses smile and wave at me. But their smile looks sad. He pushes me a few more doors down and stops. No one is around, so I ask “Why did you stop?”

Reese has tears in his eyes. “They tried everything to save him,” he says and my heart drops.

“Reese, please take me to him” I beg. A couple of nurses are watching us and they also have tears in their eyes. “I need to see him,” I cry.

He clears his throat and pushes the door open. Every single pair of eyes are on me and it makes me feel uncomfortable, like I’m intruding. I feel left out. My heart hurts. Reese is getting ready to push me closer, but I stop him, climbing up from the chair and standing on my own two feet. “Sina,” he says. But I don’t pay him any attention. I walk inside the room and no one says anything to me, and that hurts. Luka and Daniel try to block the way so I can’t see him, but I’m not going to let them make me leave.

“Get out of my way,” I say.

“Sina. You shouldn’t be here” Luka says. I feel my face get hot and I start getting angry.

“If he’s fucking dying, I suggest you move.” I growl at him.

“Sweetie, maybe you should go back to your room and wait there for me,” Mama says. I’m trying to be cool, but I’m getting pissed off because they’re treating me like a fucking child again, doing the same shit they did with Micah.

“Mama, I love you. But no one’s going to keep me away from him, and I am not going back to my room.” Breathe. She doesn’t say anything and takes a step back. Tears run down my face and I feel someone lace their fingers through mine.

“I need to see him.” I cry to