Doctor Anastasia
I had been bedridden for days and now I finally get to be discharged and go home. It's been a constant battle being bedridden and then having to think about a traumatic situation. The thoughts of me being in that dark room starving, thirsty and wounded hasn't left me ever since. My body was scarred and so was my heart, mind and soul. I'm not sure it's something I would ever recover from. I seated on my bed looking out the window, completely lost in my thoughts when I felt a hand touched my shoulder from behind me, I instinctively reached out for the flower vase on the table beside my bed to attack whoever the intruder was.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed out loudly about to smash the vase on the intruders head, when my gaze fell on my dad looking down at me.
"Anastasia it's me," he said, his hands stretched out stopping me from smashing the vase on him.
"It's dad," he added.
