Arizona
I walk into the bathroom and check my reflection.
Calliope told me that you could barely see my scars, but when I looked in the mirror, that was the only thing I saw.
Be fast, Az. I tell myself.
"N-no. P-please s-stop." I say, crying.
I look around the bathroom, seeing if anyone heard that.
My voice was soft and vulnerable. I sounded scared. I was scared.
Um, what's happening?
She was hitting me again. My other wrist was broken, and I could feel my ribs breaking
I'm having a flashback.
again. I couldn't feel my right shin, and she was raping me with one hand as she hit me with the other.
I grab my chest. Can anyone hear my silent screams?
She was kissing my neck, and one leg was kicking my shin while the fourth limb was used to balance her.
I'm on the floor now. Someone help.
"You shouldn't have left me, Reed."
Callie, where are you?
Tears streamed down my face, eyeliner running. "I'm sorry, Whitney."
I begin to scream. Someone release me from this pain.
"Shut up, bitch."
