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as I spoke her name. I felt her hand as it held mine softly but firmly, assuring me that she was there beside me with her touch and then with her words. "I'm here, Baby Sister. I'm here." I was almost able to hear the tears as they fell out of her eyes.
    "E-th-than," I choked out. Now, when I’d said my sister's name it hurt to speak, my throat ached and burned – it was painful. But when I spoke his name, it wasn't only my throat that hurt, ached and burned; my heart ached more, burned more. It was pure torture.
    "He's here, Sweet Girl, he’s barely left since you were admitted here. I'll wake him up." My hand that was in hers gripped it as tightly as I could to stop her from doing what she wanted to do, and I knew it had worked when her hand wasn't pulling away anymore like it had been before I gripped it tightly.
    "Ou-t," I said, "I w-want hi-m out."
    "Anna!"
    "P-ple-ase-" My eyes burned when they welled up with tears.
    "Okay, okay, I'll get him out," Sandra said in a rush, sounding all freaked out. I had no idea if it was because I was crying or because my heart monitor's beeping had quickened and it somehow sounded as if it was louder. But sadly, it wasn't loud enough to cover the words I kept hearing in my head as if they had just been spoken right now.
    … out of pity …
    … she's fucking blind …
    … out of pity …
    … she's fucking blind …
    Later on, I learned that I had been in a coma for three weeks. The first thing I made sure that they'd do for me was to never let Ethan in again. I didn't want to hear his voice, or feel his presence; I just wanted him gone.
    … she's fucking blind …
    Sadly, I couldn't tell Sandra the reason why I had to break up with Ethan, not only because I didn't want to bother her with unnecessary drama that she didn't need in her life, but also because I didn't want to hurt her.
    It wasn't only Ethan's words that kept ringing in my ears; it was Dominik's as well. The way he was pleading with him and begging him to 'stay with me' or 'think about it' in his own words made me think of so many things. My head kept playing so many scenarios of what Dominik had meant.
    One scenario told me that Dominik was pleading with Ethan to stay with me. Maybe Ethan was telling him that he was going to break up with me soon or something, maybe after one final fuck , as he'd put it, and Dominik knew that if I was hurt, Sandra would be, too. And maybe he simply didn't want her depressed or even sad.
    Another scenario told me that Dominik might've felt bad for me, to be dumped so soon and so fast, and he was just trying to reason with him as to why he should stay with me.
    Also, there was the scenario where Sandra and Dominik did all of this to find something for me to fill my life with while Sandra was spending time with Dominik. But then again, my heart wouldn't accept that; Sandra would've never done that to me. She would've never humiliated me that way. Never.
    My head just wouldn't stop working – it was pathetic.
    Speaking of pity, I just couldn't get over the fact that Ethan had really dated me out of pity. That the girls I'd heard talking in the ladies' room were right, and that maybe I was truly a charity case for him, or maybe he just wanted to look good in front of people and fans? That he wanted the media to talk about him for being that oh-so-kind guy who dated a blind girl despite the fact that he could get any girl he could ever want.
    I was hurt, broken and humiliated beyond words.
    A month later, Jonathan helped me find a new place, a smaller house just for me. Away from the house where Ethan knew where to find me. And away from Sandra, who was dating his brother – the same one who that day was begging him not to dump me.
    Sandra wasn't very fond of the idea of me living alone. She had many long talks with me trying to change my mind about it, saying we could move somewhere else together, but I couldn't do that. It wouldn't be fair. Not to me and not to her.
    Nearly every day