*Katrina POV*
I didn't want to be here any longer. I have been here for a few days now, and I'm beginning to believe that Dr. Grant is keeping me here because he thinks it's unsafe for me at home.
The bleeding stopped the day after I went into the ER, and after spending that whole day speaking with social workers, police and counselors, I was exhausted. All I wanted was to be in my own bed, cuddled up in my fuzzy blanket. I didn't want to talk about what happened anymore, and I hope that people respected my wishes.
The police had to let it go since I refused to press charges. I agreed to seek therapy if I needed to, and DK had already agreed before I even brought it up. I don't know where we go from here, but for now, I can't think about it.
I was resting peacefully when I had a shar
