“You poor child…”, she said and stroke my hair in a motherly way. “Will you tell me what happened?”, she sat next to me on the bed and took my hand in her.
“Maybe someday, not now, ok?“, I replied, and the look on my face said it all. She clearly got the idea, that I didn’t want to relive the events that lead to me receiving this eternal source of pain.
“Ok, honey, whenever you want to.“, she stroke my hair again. “Your muscles look really tense, let me massage them, and you just sleep, ok?“, she said quietly. I was already falling asleep, so I just nodded, and closed my eyes. She started massaging my thigh gently, not touching the scar, and I felt my leg relax. It wasn’t even a minute later, that darkness consumed me.
