I was happy after that night. I spent a lot of time with my family and friends and everything was just starting to get back to normal. I still thought about Michael all the time and often cried at night. But it was rare. I started making an effort with everyone and everything. No one really knows how to act around me, I think they're all scared that I'll break down again and go back to square one. But this time I feel good, really good, better than ever before and I like it. Actually I love it.
The days seemed to fly by. I had my life back finally. Everything was starting to get back to normal, well almost.
Everything was going so well until that one day. That one day that ruined my life. Why just why did I go to that stupid party, why did I let a stranger get me a drink, why did I trust that stranger. Why did I do what everyone told me not to. That's what I keep asking myself, why?? After asking myself that question a hundred times another question pops into my head. How?? How did I end up in the back of that car?? How did I get bruises round my neck?? How did I get so battered and bruised?? How?? That's a very good question. Because I can't remember.
