Day One:
Nothing. I removed the casts with a sharp knife, unwilling to visit the hospital next week and see Jerome.
Day Two:
Nothing. I spent the entire day wallowing in misery, drinking coffee and staring at the living room walls.
Day Three:
Nothing. I didn"t bother to get off my cot, instead laying flat on my back, staring at ceiling. Trying hard not to think.
Day Four:
Nothing. The spirits have at last shut up, giving up their frustrating attempts at getting through to me. I"ve given up too.
Day Five:
Nothing.
Day Six:
Sleep eluded me throughout the night and I lay on the cot, listening to the sounds of the woods around me. Those same sounds had brought some comfort in the hours of darkness, before I"d gotten involved with Lucas. Now they were a continual reminder of how much
