l stripped out of my clothes, and l felt really dizzy just by standing up, but l can't sleep forever, and someone seems to want my attention, and I'll give it to them.
The doctor was against the fact that I wanted to go to my room and just rest in my own bad but understood that I wasn't bulging and the rest of the family tried to get me to rest but I just can't.
I was having a hard time being able to sit up straight, so I opted to take a shower, and it was painful as hell.
The worst part was actually looking in the mirror and seeing the damage that my body took, and I was just trying not to think about it.
I regret not taking a look at the man who was just so intent on making me feel pain.
I'm used to emotional pain and I can take it with a stride because l've somehow learned to bury
