I woke up next to Essie with a major headache. I got up to use the bathroom and flinched as I moved my arm. It hurt so much. It felt like my skin was to tight where the scab wounds were with every movement the skin would pull. I used the bathroom and then I got undressed to take a shower. Once inside the shower I froze. Essie’s shower has a full length mirror against the wall. I looked like hell I have bags underneath my eyes, my face look thinner and very pale. Then I look down at myself. My arms are full of bruises from how they held me still. Then there is my wrist, it is covered in dark bruises, since there was bruises before. Then their is all the scrap wounds and the wound right in the middle of my arm. Tears streamed down my face. I feel so broken in this moment. I sunk down to the
