Yours Truly 2016 / Cascadia College / Bothell, WA | Page 46

I couldn’t stop thinking how I hated how
my hair would sit on my forehead, I hated
the way my lip would start to twitch after
speaking for a long time, I hated that I
couldn’t make my best friend appreciate
me, I hated that my family was disappointed
in my career path, I hated that I had no one.
I hated that I couldn’t have one night where
I didn’t cry, I hated that I tried so hard to be
loved, but the people that were supposed to
love me showed nothing.
I hated how after 26 years of school,
social events, family gatherings, and work,
I was left with nobody but strangers who
tell me nothing more than they think I’m
beautiful.
The next morning I found myself in a
hospital bed. A woman I didn’t know was
sitting on the couch about 7 feet away from
me. When she saw my eyes open, she told
me that she found me unconscious outside
of the apartment complex on 8th Street.

She told me that my right cheek, my neck
and my inner thighs had purpled bruises
and I wouldn’t wake up, so she rushed me
here.
All I had was a glass of champagne with
that man after we got to his apartment, but
I don’t remember anything after that.
The nurse came into my room when she
saw I was awake, and told me she found a
trace of GHP from my blood sample. She
asked me if I had any family members or
friends I wanted to call, but I said no. No one
would answer.
I was bruised, beaten, hung over, was
getting antibiotics for STDs, and the only
woman that cared was one who didn’t even
tell me her name and left after the nurse
came into my room.

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I wish that man had killed me.