Fixing the Broken

There she was, in the dark, tied up, cut up, and an emotional wreck. Laying on the ground just waiting for someone to find her, she was in tears because of what had just happened. The man she married had just hurt her more than anyone. He defiled her and then left here in the cold, wet grass. This person that she thought she knew and loved had just r***d her… “Ms. Ray, Ms. Ray?” I heard a voice shout. I opened my eyes just to be greeted by a bright light. “Do you remember your name?” Uhg stop talking I'm tired.. Then it hit me. I was in the hospital, I knew I should tell her my name, but the memories of last night start to flow in, and I just start to cry, and thrash out of their grasp. “Ms. Ray Calm down, please, calm down.” I start to calm down and breathe. “My name is Atathleah Ray..” My voice trails off as I start to off as I speak. I start to think about what Mark did.. The pain, the fear, the betrayal.. Why me? After a couple of hours after I woke up my parents came to see me. My dad was fuming, my mother was crying and holding onto me telling me everything was gonna be fine. I felt numb, and shattered, like my own soul just got stolen from my body. My mind is spinning, and I was thinking about my wedding day.. Our vows, our dreams, hopes for the future, kids. All that love, years of my life just went down the drain. This pain feels as if it'll never go away. Happiness is just a distant memory. “Ma?” the first words I’ve spoken since I told the doctors my name. She looks at me with her big brown eyes in shock. “What darling? Are you okay? Do you need food?” She questions me. “Food please?” My voice sounds so weak, quiet.