It has been two weeks. Two weeks ago, I got run over by a car. Two weeks ago, I received death threats ij my hospital bed. Two weeks ago, someone came into my ward and tried to strangle me. Two weeks ago, I found out my abusive father was going to be released in two months- which, if you deduct two weeks which is fourteen days from two months which was sixty days, I'm left with forty six days till he gets released.
A man who touched me as a kid. A man who would hit me if I didn't touch him well enough. A man who would cut my skin if I didn't keep shut. A man who–
I don't even want to think about it anymore. I involuntarily curl myself and wrap my arms around my body. I whimper as the memories come crashing down on me.
My fingers begin to move on their own, pinching and scratching on my
