Grace

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"Mum, am I able to get up to go to the bathroom?" I whispered "I will ask the nurse honey" she walked out to go and get my assigned nurse, they both came back into the room and lifted me off my bed and onto the floor continuing to hold me up and walk me across the room and into the bathroom, I closed the door behind me, gripping the sink to keep myself standing, I look up at myself in the mirror and hear a dripping sound from the tap into the sink and it echoing down the drain, I turned on the running water and washed my face gently, the water trickling like a river stream...

"C'mon Grace! One more drink aye?" the drinks kept flowing one after another with hardly any time to breathe in between "I.. I don't want anymore; I want to go home" "Grace!" his grip stung "One more" he groaned as he pulled my weak and intoxicated body towards him.

*Knock knock* "Grace? Are you okay in there?"
"Uh, yeah mum" my heart races "I'm coming"
I stumble out of the bathroom and fall into my mother's arms weak and exhausted, she carries me back to the bed and helps me up "Where is the doctor? Can he do anything for the pain?" I say as my eyes water, my mother nods and goes to collect the doctor, the pain was at least an 8 on a scale from 1-10, but before the doctor had made his way to my room I had fallen asleep. I woke to an awful taste in the back of my throat, I felt sick and frantically tried to get into the bathroom, it must have been the medication he gave me, the taste of the chemicals brought out a horrifying memory

His hands were ice cold, he held a toxic smelling cloth over my mouth and nose, he clenched my throat leaving the outline of his fingers tattooed onto my skin as I gasped for air. I struggled, kicking and screaming... until everything went black.