I put the thoughts of horror behind me and smiled into the mirror. It hurt a little just to look at myself, but after an hour of applying cover up and liquid foundation my face began to look a little more like me. I had to wear a turtle-neck sweater just to feel comfortable enough to leave the bathroom which, I suppose, was socially acceptable seeing as how it was the dead of winter. But I didn’t want any reminders of the past twenty four hours, and moving was difficult enough on its own. My pupils told me that everything was going to be okay.
Merry Christmas Sammy.
I knew that my eyes were the only thing between the rest of the world and the truth, and no one was going to tell me what to believe. Johnny would still love me, even after all this, and there was no way in Hell I was giving up on that.
There wasn’t enough of me left to make it on my own.