He didn’t bother to look at me as he stepped out of the restroom and once he closed behind him I felt myself gasped as if I was holding my breath. I was trying to progress with everything that happened and I cried throughout the time I was spent alone; feeling my chest heavy trying to breathe. I leaned against the counter trying to hold my balance as I felt my head throbbing taking a look at myself in the mirror. I saw the bruise under my eyes, the red marks on the side of my face, and I can still feel the burning feeling when he gripped his hands on my arm. I took a step back crutching down on the ground, not wanting to see myself in the mirror, to see what I’ve become.