Chapter 22
I look at my reflection in the mirror, my face has lost a lot of the bruising. I don’t instantly feel sick when I look at my injuries. The bruises around my ribcage and thighs have faded into this greenish blue color that constantly reminds me of the beating I took and how much I don’t even recall about that night. My heart is grateful that I do not remember such a horrific event but I guess it’s the need to understand what happened that night? Who would do that to me? What did I do to deserve that and most importantly… my family… where they worried and looking for me?
All these questions plagued my mind pushing me to seek out the truth, the need to remember. That’s why I was going to do all the doctor said to do, I didn’t want to force myself to remember but I needed to. It
