Chloe was unique in a dark and twisted way, and she had her mental struggles. What attracted me to her was the challenge she presented in my life, giving me a reason to wake up each day. The first time I met her was when I had to take her out of a mental hospital. Honestly, that place felt like it was meant for people who needed love and understanding, not just treatment. Strangely, it even looked like my home.
I got used to having Chloe and her sister as my chosen sisters. Chloe was always unpredictable. Doctors often warned the nurses not to greet her when they went into her room.
One evening, Doctor Amanda was finishing her long day at the hospital. The sun was setting, filling her office with a warm glow. She took a deep breath and stretched, feeling relieved. As she looked over her notes, she thought about her patients, each story reminding her of how strong people could be. Amanda believed that being a doctor was more than just treating illnesses; it was about connecting with people.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was a message from a colleague asking if she could discuss a tough case with him. Feeling both tired and excited, Amanda quickly typed a response saying she'd be there soon.
As she left her office, she took one last look at the sunset, grateful for her job and the chance to help others. Little did she know that her evening would take an unexpected turn. That day, Chloe would end up in the hospital with ten brain tumors, all because of some bright orange shoes. The hospital agreed to list me as Chloe's caregiver, even offering to pay me, but I didn't want their money. I saw Chloe as part of my plan with Gabby...
I didn't expect that someday the girls would turn against me over a fight, sending me to the hospital just because they wanted to think for themselves. Honestly, all they had to do was ask me nicely, and they would have been free....