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I have spent the week asleep. I’ve barely left the bedroom. Damon keeps sleeping on the chair. I’m not sure if he is staying away because he is worried about how it will affect me or if he isn’t ready to let me in yet.
I have slept a lot. In between it, I have eaten and drank water. Trying to gain back my strength. Every time I get in the bath, I avoid the mirror. I still feel the cuts and bruises. I had to laugh at that. I refused not to bathe, so Damon got a stand in it.
Now when I am in the bath, my leg can stay raised above the water. The cast is staying dry. It’s awkward, especially with my stomach, but it’s better than nothing. I haven’t really seen my dad. I have heard him. I have heard Damon telling him repeatedly that I am asleep, tired or worn out and need my rest.
I’m grateful for that. My dad won’t understand, and I know I need to see him. He will be angry. I kept everything a secret, though. I get dressed and use the crutches to walk out. I don’t
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