I felt broken...could this be just a dream...
I couldn't remember much at all...just the pain...nothing but pain.... why did this happen to me?
Why did he pick me?
I laid in my hospital bed with the restraints preventing me from another "episode"
I couldn't think...how long had I been here...how long had it been... I couldn't feel anything...people came by every once in awhile to see me...but it was like I wasn't even there...
After awhile...I'm not sure how long it was....I started to wake up...it started coming back...it came back in flashes...everyday it got a little worse...
Everyday I faded more...after awhile I didn't even know who I was...
One day, after who knows how long, a doctor came in to speak with my parents...I could only pick up bits and pieces..
"It seems all the physical trauma from the attack has healed...so we have to send her home...I recommend counseling...Let me know which doctor she's going to...I'll send her the report..thank you"
Then I was moved into a wheelchair and escorted to my parents car.
I can only remember parts of the next few weeks...bits and pieces...one day I would wake up screaming crying and wouldn't know why and the next day I couldn't get it out of my head...everything...playing on a loop...forever...I was lost...I am lost..
