23. Bed Rest
Oh My f*****g God! My head hurts and my mouth tastes just as bad.
I puked a few times.
Nasty. Yikes.
That MRI machine— made me puke even more— and Oh God, it was so loud and claustrophobic. Good thing is I only have a mild concussion as I can remember the events, so I will be fine.
Or so I have been told.
I am trying not to think about the incident. My body shivers every time I think about it. How he threatened to ra-e and kill me. Does humanity die inside such people?
Oh f**k… My head is still pounding. I should try to sleep, but it’s swirling with so many thoughts. I need to rest for two days. No work. Dad was so frantic when he visited me. The nurse didn’t let me talk to him for long. She said I needed rest.
Only if I could shut off my brain r
