A Hundred and One Reasons to Live
L ucy hadn’t been the same since the incident. Her shoes tapped softly against the chlorine – cleaned hospital floor as she made her way to Room 314. She let out her breath and opened the door. There on the hospital bed laid her only daughter, Elizabeth – Marie, all bandaged up her face serene. Lucy slowly walked towards her. ‘My sweet baby…’ her voice cracked. Tears started welling up her eyes as she slowly ran her fingers through Elizabeth’s hair. It’s been a month since Lucy found Elizabeth, terribly bruised, covered in blood and unconscious, behind her school. She was a terrible victim of bullying and it seemed on that day, the bullied really wanted her dead. She sat on the seat next to Elizabeth’s bed and took from her coat pocket a few slightly wrinkled, creased papers. ‘A few of your friends came by to visit, love! They left by presents! And so did that boy you like. He got you ...