Reality {5}

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t do anything. I just sat and waited. Waiting to wake up from this miserable dream. Waiting for the intern to tell me this was all just a joke. Waiting for some kind of relief. The relief never came and I was left alone in the sterile, apathetic hospital room staring at a wall.

Eventually, reality set in, less like a swift bolt of lightning and more like the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard. It was a painful reality but it wasn’t sudden, it was slow as it worked its course.

These were the truths I had come to understand: I was raped at a party though I can’t seem to remember a bit of it… thank God, I was in a coma for almost two months, I apparently have panic attacks, and I that damn fat cop is back in my room!

I was in no mood for this.

He introduced himself to me as Officer Kellogg and said he was going to ask me a few questions if it was alright with me. Of course, before I could tell him that I was in no mood for this, he had already begun the questioning.

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