Scarlett's Letters

rhode

rhode

Everything’s numb; I can’t feel my fingers on the cold metal bars of my bed. I don’t know what to say. I shouldn’t waste words on how I feel, but at the same time I can’t help it. The nurse says I'm in shock, she says everything that's happened will hit like a tidal wave soon. But Rhode, I’m already drowning.

The shrinks came and talked to me. But I didn’t want to talk; talking isn’t going to bring you back. Talking cannot solve any problems, talking cannot heal wounds and erase scars. Talking cannot do anything, it is too much work for too little. It is so hard to talk when you can’t breathe, when you’re drowning.

scarlett