Red String

chapter nineteen.

I opened my eyes at the hospital.

At first, I didn't understand much.

Then it all hit me. Thankfully, I didn't have any broken bones, but I had a concussion and a stitch.

Jonathan was lying on the couch; he was sleepy.

The nurses called the police when they saw I was awake. I told them I was very drunk and got scared, so I jumped out of the car out of fear.

It was a very possible thing for me, because even though I was having sleepovers with guys, I was getting scared and seeing a lot of nightmares.

Sometimes, I wondered, if my parents had loved me and raised me the right way, would all of this have happened?

Throughout my whole life, I hated my body, my skin tone, my weight, my body hair, my eyebrows, my big arms, my big thighs.

No one taught me how to love and accept myself. Instead, I was only judged and bullied by my own blood. If my family couldn't love or take care of me, how could anyone else?

I was only hit, humiliated, and used by the people who were supposed to love me the most. Of course, other people were going to hurt me as well.

I knew how to end all of this; I was supposed to make a new start and discard the old things.

And unfortunately, I was supposed to start with Jonathan.