Ginevra
After having spent the entire night over the toilet bowl, throwing my guts out, I wake up on the cold toilet floor feeling like being hit by a bus.
As I get up with a groan, I examine my face and upper body in the mirror over the sink, starting to cry again.
My stomach, back and belly are mottled with big bruises and my lip is split up. On my forehead is a big bump which I fortunately can hide behind a few strands of my curly hair. I start taking deep breaths and get to calm myself down a bit before my heart leaps at an intense knocking on the door.
“Ginevra, are you alright?”
“Yes, mom. Just a minute.”
I pull the flush handle before I wash my hands and step out of the bathroom. Anna Rita is standing in the middle of the room with a worried expression, and I don’t know how t
