Ara
I woke up feeling pain. It was so searing that, for a moment, I couldn't even see. I understood the term blinding pain just then. Then I could see—very faintly. It was very dark. I could barely make out outlines, and I knew that I was in a dark room. I could now feel the area where the pain was coming from. It was from the corner of my head. I put my hand to it, and it felt dried and flaky. My hair—I felt the flakes—and my memory came rushing back. Quincy. He hit my head on the floor several times.
How long ago was that? What happened?
My brother was unhinged, that much was clear. I was so wrong to trust him with everything, even to the point of basing life decisions on him. I came back to the US and even planned out revenge because of him. The entire thing was making me feel so use
