Thirteen

Amor struggled to open her eyes. She succeeded after the third attempt. Everything was blurry and the voices she heard seemed to come from a distance.

She shut her eyes and reopened them, taking a deep breath as everything started to clear. The deafening sound and thumping in her head started to fade.

The voices were more familiar too. It was her father and her brother shouting for the doctor.

The doctor showed up after a while, cross-examining her. He did his very best to convince her Dad that she was out of the woods and that she would feel better in a few days.

Amor felt like hell. She grimaced in pain when she tried to move and wondered if the damn guy had broken her ribs.

She craved a mirror. She pleaded to God she didn't look like a zombie.

Her dad was talking to her but she found out that she had spaced out for a while.

" Baby. Talk to me. Who did this to you? Who hurt you this way" he asked looking older than he was, his hand shaking as he reached to touch her cheek. His eyes