“It’s gorgeous Catalina,” Annabelle gushed while I stared at myself in the mirror uncertainly.
“But you can see… you can see the scar on my shoulder,” I struggle to say, my hand reaching across my body in an attempt to hide the biggest scar I had received from my k********g. It had been a couple weeks, weeks filled with nightmares and visiting my therapist once again but I was okay and I meant it. Alexander stayed with me every night to keep the nightmares away and even when they did manage to creep in he was there to comfort and calm me when I woke up screaming and crying. Other than my nightly torment of memories everything had gone back to normal. Alexander and I returned to school and carried on like normal. And normal meant getting ready for graduation – it was exactly a week away a
