Rachael
I pull the quilt off my face and blink against the sun shining through the curtains. I look around the room and I’m alone. I sits up in bed and look at my hands, they’re covered in mud and have scratches all over them, my arms ache when I move them. I climb out of bed and wince in pain as I moves to the bathroom. I do my business and look at my reflection. I look a mess, twigs and leaves are in my hair, mud smeared on my face and arms. I take my clothes off and jumps in the shower and just lets the water fall on top of my head, I silently sob in the shower. I wash my hair and gently wash the mud off.
I gets out the shower and see the marks all over my body, there are bruises covering my body, scratches in different places, some deep with small scabs forming already. I wrap the
