“I remember blaring sirens, someone asking my name, and someone else taking my pulse. But I don’t remember how I got to the hospital. My eyes were puffy and swollen painful slits. From where I lay in the hospital bed, all I could see were clean white walls, the doctor, my mother, and Malachi. “Hey, baby,” my mother said while patting my hand. I don’t know why but I wasn’t at ease when I heard my mother’s voice. I was tense. I was looking at her and I knew that I was me and she was her, but for s...ome reason I felt like her reflection and I couldn’t stand it. Somehow, I had to get out of there. My mouth was parched as I looked at Malachi and tried to smile. He smiled back, but I could tell that he felt sorry for me. “How do you feel?” My mother held a cup of water to my mouth and I sipped. “Sore and tired,” I said. “Well,” the doctor said, “you took a pretty bad bruising, young lady. You’ll be sore for a couple of days but nothing is broken and you will heal. Once everyone is done here, I would like for you to participate in a domestic violence group we have here at the hospital for victims.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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