20

Ilaria

Selfish.

It will be never enough---sometimes love, or sometimes fear. Both these emotions tend to kill a person, mentally or physically.

Four words; the week was awful. No matter how much I tried to shut Dionna off, she was still willing to help me. She was one stubborn girl, just like mama. But one thing was sure, that she was a fighter. And that's what made her different from me.

Dionna had escorted me from the hospital to the same smelly room. She was hesitant to leave but when I pressured her, she obliged, however she told me she'll visit soon after her work.

And right now, I was sitting against the concrete, with my legs stretched out.

The bruises didn't hurt anymore, however they did leave some nasty scars on my old ones. My ribcage was purple and my eye? Still shut and swollen. The doctor told me to take it slow but I wanted to rip my eyelid open. The world with just one eye was not gorgeous at all. It was hideous like me.

I sigh and tilt my head towards the ceiling. The