When Mr. Sharp told me that Brooke was being taken to hospital I didn’t respond.
I just sat in the chair and stared at the wall behind him as he continued to try and comfort me.
I saw that he was panicking and that he wasn’t sure what he should do with me, and it made me feel a little sorry for him. This guy was used to teenagers crying in his office, and he had probably heard a lot of awful things over the years, but now that I was sat here he didn’t know what to do with me.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, either. Was I supposed to go to the hospital? Was I allowed to go to the hospital? How would I even get there?
And that was without thinking of the fact I wasn’t supposed to go anywhere alone.
Brooke was supposed to protect me, and keep me safe - how was she going to d
