I had already gotten numb to the pain in my stomach. Instead, I felt a frost that seeped into my bones.I could feel my life gradually fade from my fingertips.Actually, death didn't sound like a bad idea.If I died, I wouldn't have to endure this unjustified suffering anymore.If I were gone, I wouldn't have to watch Dad mistake his worst enemy for a savior.Suddenly, a piece of bread was stuffed in through the gap.It was accompanied by a bottle half full of water.It was from my stepbrother, Howard Fowler.He was only eight, and he was nothing like his two-faced mother.He pressed himself against the crack in the door as he called out to me in a whisper, "Nady, eat this. Dad's not home, and Mom's taking a nap. Nady, you're bleeding so much. Are you going to die?"I looked at the piece of bread that had already gotten dusty. I wanted to eat it, but I didn't even have the strength to lift my hand.I said weakly in my mind, "Thank you, Howard, but I'm not hungry. You should
Read more