Post by beatenscarlette on Aug 5, 2006 8:45:16 GMT -5
Note; in first person.
Here I am, wearing my long thin black leather coat and sitting in the waiting room. Once I'm in the office I know I'll have to undress and I'm scared to death they'll find out. Maybe I should go to the hospital for a few days? I don't know. Of course they'll find out as they'll see the bruises and cuts. And oh god am I still bleeding? I don't know. The cuts, are partially self-inflicted and partially from him. The bruises are from him. My body still hurts. They're going to ask how I got them. Then there's going to be a long awkward silence.
Here I am, wearing my long thin black leather coat and sitting in the waiting room. Once I'm in the office I know I'll have to undress and I'm scared to death they'll find out. Maybe I should go to the hospital for a few days? I don't know. Of course they'll find out as they'll see the bruises and cuts. And oh god am I still bleeding? I don't know. The cuts, are partially self-inflicted and partially from him. The bruises are from him. My body still hurts. They're going to ask how I got them. Then there's going to be a long awkward silence.