My legs felt glued to the floor the closer we were to the door that I knew my childhood friend was behind.
I hesitated, my hand clutching to the cold door handle.
Through the glass, I could see her limp body on the huge bed. She seemed smaller, curled under the blanket and if it wasn't the small rise and drop of her chest, I'd have thought she was…dead.
She looks cleaner than how she was when sge appeared in the forest, her clothes now replaced with the familiar plain blue gown of the hospital.
My upper teeth nipped my bottom lip subconsciously, spreading a ting of pain through my body. Still it was nothing compared to how heavy my heart felt. I hated it. Hated the sight of her in an hospital gown, hated that she looked sickly pale and that she was completely a she'll of the girl I knew and grew up it.
But then, even I had changed tremendously. I was no longer the girl that she knew.
