What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Afraid of the Dark

Better

They found the man laying in the same spot where I had stabbed him, dead. They told us not to worry, that we were innocent. After we each gave a statement about what happened, they called our parents, and they literally flew right here. When they arrived, there was hugs and tears and lots of explaining. We were set up to go to therapy next week, and none of us three wanted to seperate, so all the parents agreed the therapy sessions could be done with all three of us together. We now are under constant watch of the police just in case, and have constant sleep overs with each other. Whenever the topic about our experience comes up we switch topics because no one wants to relive that experience. We never brought up the topic around each other, because we all wanted to forget. The scars on our stomachs, arms, and legs wouldn't let us forget though. Often, I found that I would unknowingly trace the letters on my stomach and tears would form in my eyes from the memory, but he's gone now, he won't hurt us. Everythings better now, us three girls are close and we will always be, because an experience like that bonds people in a way no one could break. I hope we can have our lives go back to normal, before it happened.