Anna paced the room, she was pulling on her hair as silent streams of tears ran down her face. Her mother was laying the hospital bed across the room. Anna kept her gaze on the floor not daring to look at the lifeless face of Elizabeth Jones.
This is a true story about one of my very close friends. She had a rough childhood and life in general. This is only half of her story but the rest is for later. There are many more bigger details hidden within this story for later.