Chapter Seventy Two Your picture is all black.
Helena’s point of view
I have been home five days now, and each day my body feels stronger, but my mind is still so fractured and broken.
I am living in a world of eternal guilt, feeling dirty as memories haunt me of lying in a puddle of my own bodily fluid, and the beast who violated my face with himself.
Showers help, for a while I feel clean again, but then I can smell the stale urine, or a flashback happens, and I feel so dirty again, that I have to go get clean.
I feel so damn guilty, Cole is so patient with me, it is like he knows what to do and say to sooth my mind, yet still I live in an eternal circle of remorse.
Guilt, because I cannot cuddle my children for more than a few minutes at a time. Guilt because
