Madison
It took a month for me to heal properly. There were now a few scars on my legs and arms from what had been done to me. Sometimes it bothered me, but I had to remind myself that I was a survivor and that Grant still loved me. No one really looked at me differently, which made accepting the scars easier. Valda even reassured me that I was still beautiful and shouldn’t be ashamed.
Grant’s uncle Sean came for a visit to check on us and sat with me in private so I could talk about what had happened. He let me know that talking about it would help me and that I wasn’t weak when I got upset or freaked out because something triggered a memory of what had happened. He gave me his number and told me that if I needed to talk all I had to do was call. I was thankful to know someone like
