Two weeks had passed since everything happened, and today I was going back to college.
I had decided to stay home these days. I didn't ask Sandra anything; she tried to tell me how we got to the hospital, but I told her that was the least of it and that I would always be grateful to have her in my life.
It was a little past 7 in the morning. I'd freshened up.
"I need to exercise," I said when I looked at myself in the mirror; I'd lost a lot of weight.
I decided to put on some pants, a white tank top, and black Vans.
I let my hair down, curled it, and applied basic makeup. Foundation, concealer, powder, blush, I filled in my eyebrows, mascara, lots of mascara, and a purple lipstick.
At least it was enough to cover up my tired look.
I grabbed my bag and books and went down to have bre
