Chapter 32

I am fully aware that I will have marks on my body because of the way I find myself lying on the thin mattress. The springs that creak when I move pierce the layer of cotton, poking my ribs painfully. The pain I feel on the outside is nothing compared to the pain I feel on the inside. The memories are still coming together, gluing each of the grooves to the mirror of my mind, causing a greater agony than knowing that I will have a bruise tattoo when I leave here.

My sense slips deeper and deeper into the abyss of my memories. Although this time, I can't resist. My mind runs freely, projecting through my closed eyes images of a past that, because of my own fantasy, I was persuaded to forget. The voices appear like dust under a carpet, without delay and without any sign to justify their arrival. The chorus of curses and omens hugging me like a warm blanket on a winter night.

"You'll die, Abigail. You know that's what should happen.

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