without them hurting today. There is some pretty impressive bruising on them, but I think the swelling has gone down a bit. Here's to hoping.
I'm looking at the cuts and marks that
she left. I am going to have scars. I've never had a scar before. Even when I broke my arm, or rather that preacher broke it, there was nothing left to mark the memory. Now. Now I have lots left to mark this memory.
Bridgit brought by a 'Get well' card last night. It was sweet. And very thoughtful.
I walked, hobbled rather, around the apartment building last night. It was eerie. The only light I saw was a faint glow coming from Mr.Giles' place. So I went and sat on the front steps. I sat down on the steps of the first place to feel like home since all of this slayer in training shit started. I dragged a blanket up over my shoulders and stared at the sky. The clouds danced around the stars, but I could see them. I could see everyone she had hurt before. All of their eyes blinking in and out of the sky...
Then I woke up.