Brain Damage

by Freida McFadden

And none of that hurt. The truth is, I didn’t feel it at all. What hurt is everything that came after.

“I know it’s all your fault, Dr. McKenna,” Mr. Barry says, sticking his face in mine. “And believe me, I’m going to make you pay.”

Then I hear the footsteps coming from the void that’s on my left. Everything on the right is so clear: my bookcase, the television… but the left is a blank space.

“You deserve this.”