She's Fine. (Part 2) I looked at my daughter laying on her bedroom floor. She had tears in her eyes large wounds running across her arms. She cut?! How had I never noticed before? I'm so stupid! Such a terrible father. My daughter has been depressed forever and I could never do anything about it. I stood above her small fragile body. She looked so...hurt. Not just her arms, but her facial expression. I was always so focused on forgetting about Mindy's death and working that I could never see how much pain she was in. I took her home from school most days. She was bullied constantly. I never understood why my beautiful daughter was getting bullied. I carried her to the hospital, too caught up in my thoughts to get in the car. My baby girl might die. I might loose my only child. I burst through the doors panting, holding my daughter. "Please help my daughter!" I cried. I saw nurses rush to my side. "What happened, sir?" Asked one nurse. I hated to say it. I hated it. And my daughter did it. "Self-harm." The nurses looked frightened and nodded, before placing my only daughter on a gurney and leaving me in the waiting room. I didn't want to wait. I filled out many papers, and paced back and forth. Other patients in the room stared at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. After hours a nurse came up to me and my heart stopped. "Mr. Rivers?" she asked. "Yes?" "Your daughter, Tara, she lost a lot of blood..." "Yes." "But we have her on some medicine and she should regain a lot. After she is completely conscious she will need to start taking some anti-depressants. She is going to live, sir." My heart leaped when she said those last words. I couldn't help but hug the nurse before she lead me to my daughter's room. I walked in and saw her. My daughter. She was hooked up to many machines. The nurse left me alone with her. "Tara, I love you." I knelt beside her and grabbed her hand. "Dad?" A weak voice pleaded to be heard. "Tara?" "I love you dad. I'm sorry." "I love you with all my heart Tara. You are going to live. Everything is going to be just fine." "Just fine?" "Just fine." "You're my only daughter. I love you and I'm not going to loose you." "Really, dad?" "Really, Tara." "I love you, dad." "Get some rest, Tara. I love you."