I take the mirror out of his hand and look at myself. This was me, what had happened? I look at myself...my forehead was sewed and I looked very pale, my eyes were red and I was wearing a gorgeous black and red night gown, my hair was long and blond with the perfect curls here and there.
I was beautiful, but what had happened to my head..? I rub the sewed part of my head and looked at him, he sighed. (TW. gore) "They beat you with baseball bats...none of your bones were damaged besides your head...when we got there you were unconscious in a pool of your own blood." Who could do such a thing, to a beautiful lady like me, do they have no heart? I tear up, I then touch my lips and look at him, he sighs again..."When your skull was damaged it hit something in your brain that doesn't allow you to speak...we'll have to get you some therapy to help you..."
Tears roll down my face and I hug him crying. Suddenly two women, one short one tall, had walked in they introduced themselves. The tall one, my mother, and the short one, my daughter, my daughter walks over to me and lays her head in my lap and cries. I pat her head out of sympathy and struggle but I smile at her...gently...everyone in the room is silent and all I can hear are the sobs of my daughter. I hear tiny little bells clashing together and quickly look at my fiancé, "That's the front door...my Lady Leona please go get the door.'
My mother walks out of the room.