POV: Breanna
I close the door behind me, I have to be careful about what I say when I'm distracted.
I have a habit of talking more than I should and it's almost killed me more than once.
I pick up my phone and see messages and missed calls from Henri and Mari.
I've completely forgotten about them.
I send a message knowing they must be working right now, I tell them I'm fine and tell them everything that happened.
When I'm done writing, I go to my closet and see that someone has already put all my clothes away.
I grab a pair of long-sleeved pajamas and pants, take a shower and this time I can't avoid the mirror because I need to see my ribs properly.
I look at my body in the mirror with disgust, I have scars and bruises all over.
I touch my ribs carefully and they are definitely br
