A/N: I realized that I said earlier that Anna was in a coma... I changed that for the point of this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own, ANM does.

Mom and I got on the subway at Grand Central Station, and were heading towards the hospital. We were both very quiet. I kept taking long, deep breaths, and reminding myself not to let my anger get the best of me. I had to let it go. I leaned my head back against the side of the train and closed my eyes for a few seconds. I felt my moms hand on my shoulder, and I looked at my mom and saw her smiling a sadly at me. I wished I could smile at all right now, but all I felt was cold.

The train screeched to a halt and we walked off, and climbed the stairs that led to the main entrance of the hospital. Mom walked up the counter and asked where Anna's room was. The nurse directed us after we told her we were family. We walked down the long hallway towards Anna's room. It seemed like an eternity before we got there.

Mom went in to see Anna first, so I sat on the bench outside in the hallway. The information I had recieved that morning still wasn't computing, although I thought it had. I would soon find out that I really didn't understand how bad it was.

When mom had gone into the room, she looked as though she was going to be able to hold it together, but by the time she came out she was crying hard. While wiping away her tears, she motioned me towards the door. Slowly I walked through.

.What I saw startled me. Anna's leg and arm were in casts, and her head was bandaged where apparently the doctors had to stitch her up. The leg and arm that were not in casts had enormous bruises, although they looked as though they had been there for more than just a day. In seeing her like this, my anger suddenly melted away and I started to cry.

"Abby?" she said weakly.

"Hi, Anna." I spoke through my tears, my voice shaking.

"Abby, I'm so sorry." I was walking closer to her. I saw her face. She had a split lip and a huge black eye. Could all this be from the fall? I wondered.

"What happened?" I managed to say after about a minute of trying to take in my surroundings.

"I was trying to leave. I finally realized that I had to go, or my life would be over. It almost was, he thought he killed me as it was... if that cleaning lady hadn't found me!" Anna started to cry too.

"Wait a minute, Anna, what are you trying to say?"

"Mark. I was going to leave him, finally. I was going to see you and mom again. He didn't allow me to see you guys! H-he hated you and said you were a bad influence on me." Anna stammered, the words coming inbetween long breaths as if she were exhausted.

"Mark did this to you? Pushed you down the stairs?" Anna nodded.

Suddenly it all became clear. I had been so incredibly selfish. Here I was, angry at my sister for supposedly ignoring me when she was afraid for her life. I caressed her cheek, as it seemed to be the only place I could touch her without coming into contact with a bruise or some other kind of injury, looked her straight in the eyes and said, "It's not you who has to be sorry, Anna, it's me! Here you've been in this horrible situation, and I've been angry at you because I thought you abandoned me. I'm sorry I've been so selfish. If I had known what was going on, I'd..." I stopped myself, "Anyway, I'm sorry. I've missed you so much!"

"Abby, I missed you too! I could never abandon you." She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. After a few seconds I noticed her grip had loosened. I looked at her, seeing her eyelids sinking shut. Suddenly, one of the machines started beeping really loud. I ran out of the room and got one of the doctors.

I was told to stay outside. In a daze, I sat down with my mother. We were both already totally emotionally wrecked, and I didn't think we could take much more. Both of us were paralyzed with fear and anxiety. After about twenty minutes (although it seemed like hours) a doctor emerged with a look of extreme dread.

"Are you two Anna Stevenson's mother and sister?"

My mother answered, "Yes," softly, and all I could manage was a tiny nod. I could barely look at him.

"Ummm, I'm sorry to say your sister's brain injury was worse than we had suspected. It was bleeding severely, and we did all we could to try to stop it, but she didn't make it. Anna died a few minutes ago."

My mother started screaming and I collapsed into a sobbing heap. Neither of us heard anything he said after that.