Natalia p.o.v
Two weeks have passed and I still feel like an empty shell twenty-four seven. I have been going to therapy three times a week, yet still have no luck with any memories coming back to me. I was getting irritated by the fact that I am just sitting most of the time while the old ladies throw daggers at me not sure what I did to them, but I guess that it wasn't good. Their eyes were all on me every second making me feel uncomfortable most of the time and today I was not going to stay inside of the club, I needed some space to breathe so I headed out to the garage where Mickey was. At least out of everyone, he was still the same person to me. He was my friend and we haven't spoken so much lately as John kept on taking me out for dinner or sailing...Sometimes I felt like I belonge
