The large walls of the empty establishment left me with room to ponder my thoughts. Such thoughts I knew would only leave me with a painful heartache. I have been left to deal with it all. I was left to deal with the past events that my mind could not seem to erase even if I tried.
The bruises. The blood. As many times as I was told that it was not my fault, I could only think otherwise.
"Simone?" In a startle, my head snapped up into the direction of some ones wide eyes. Tarra. She slipped into the cracked door. Her face usually full of joy was now full of concerned emotions every time she looked into my eyes.
"Yes?"
"Are you ready for the meeting?" Her voice had softened.
"Um yes of course." I had painted a rehearsed smile onto my face.
"Good."
A flood of men and women entered the
