When I went to the hospital, the doctor asked me questions, but I was in sooo much physical pain, i truly have no memory now. I was in a hazy zone. I simply smiled like plastic wind up doll, I sat there bleeding , it would be 3 hellish weeks of wounds that just could not heal . I saw a doctor a few years later, I was asked , what happened and who stitched me up. Needless to say , I have not let a man touch me in 15 years now. I’m cautious and hyper vigilant . Terrorized . There are moments I wish I had been one of the lucky ones. That he had murdered me. I do .
