MIA’S POV
It took me n minute to open my eyes and recognize that I’m in Dawn’s Living room on the couch for 3 days now. Dawn lives in a one-bedroom apartment, and the couch is not comfortable. She told me a few times to sleep in her bed, but she was generous enough to let me stay here. I imagined if Dwayne would've just killed me, then this pain in my heart wouldn’t have lived. I quickly snap out of that though. I was never and would never be suicidal, but I am a sucker for pain and grief. I haven’t spoken in 3 days. I only respond to Dawn’s questions with a yes or no, or thank you. She bought so much junk food for the last 3 days that I hardly ate. My eyes are swollen to a point where I can barely open them, and I look like I’m living on the streets. I’m dressed in my pajamas day and nig
