Helplessness!
That was what I was wallowing in. I was so furious with myself that I could barely concentrate.
It's been weeks since I was stuck inside my bedroom. I refused to see my mom, who had been my support.
She has catered to me ever since I got back home, but everything changed the moment she asked who blinded me.
It all felt like yesterday. "Do you see him?" I asked with a shaky voice.
"Are you sure?"
Martha's voice cracked when I showed her the picture.
"I am sure, Mum. He and his friends did this to me." I replied, gulping down the thick saliva at the end of my throat.
"We can't press charges."
"What? What do you mean we cannot press charges? I am blinded, Mum. I can't see s**t!"
Martha got up, pacing back and forth. "I am sorry, son, but we cannot."
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