Chapter 115

VOLUME FOUR: ACE

Violet

“Mrs. Miller, is there someone who can come get you?”

The voice speaking to me is careful. Almost as if she’s scared to use her normal tone. Everyone who’s walked through the door since I got here, has treated me as if I’m about to break. Truthfully, I think I am.

My eyes travel along my blanket covered legs, past the IV in my arm, over the identification bracelet on my wrist, and then up to the face of the nurse asking me the question. She’s been the one taking care of me for the last few days. Everyday she’s looked at me with pity in her eyes, and I can’t say that I’m not looking forward to getting away from her knowing gaze. All I want right now is to go home, lick my wounds, and try to gather the pieces of my tattered pride. Try to make a life out of the smoldering wreckage left behind after the beating. I realize with great clarity my life has now been split into two parts – before the beating and after the beating.