WEEK ONE
Seven days are gone since the night Beggar came into my life looking for help. Once I got over my anger that Vincent sedated me, I called the University the next morning and said I needed time off due to family problems. I ignored Vincent's protests and arguments, telling me I had to continue to act normal. I am tired of acting, done pretending. Nothing is normal.
Vincent and Deno is practically living in my house. The doctor who I learned is Marcel comes every evening at ten to check on her and change her dressings.
The three of us take turns watching Beggar.
She has seizures four or five times a day. Locked in her mind, her nightmares make her hurt herself.
Yesterday they tied her hands to the bed using a few of my scarves.
It doesn't help, her wrist are bruised with the f
