**Laura's POV**
It's been sometime now since I regained consciousness. I'm not sure if it has been hours, but all I know is it's been too long. I can't move, and there is only darkness; it's unnerving.
I can sense a presence close to me, but my ears are blocked. Or am I deaf? I don't know what to feel because every single emotion is competing for dominance. I feel frightened because Jerry might be right next to me. Relieved I'm still alive. Bitterness towards the injustice fucking life has bestowed upon me ever since I acknowledged my existence! Sadness as I have lost my face, the only thing that made me feel somewhat happy about myself.
Michael! I can't believe he and Amber went that far! Why? Why go through all of that on a nobody such as myself? What the fuck is wrong with that dick?! Ruining my life just because things didn't go his way?
Even the whole ordeal at the bistro was extreme, exaggerated, and cruel. Showing the whole city, he got someone better, the ideal woman who
