Life commenced. Despite the former night’s attack, the questioning from the cops, the dull pain that lingered in Bella’s body, and the clear indication of bruises on Bella’s face… life went on. Bella returned to her flat with the intention of resuming her everyday activities, but it wasn’t as simple as she expected. She ended up locking the door to the balcony and shutting herself in the bathroom, wary against any sound that was out of the ordinary. She’d never been the one to startle easy, but the attack had obviously taken a toll on her.
Even days later, she found herself glancing twice at shadows. She still cringed at her attacker’s intermittent invasion into her thoughts. She often jolted awake out of nightmares, dripping in cold sweat, her heart trying to surpass her rapid respirations, her head smarting as though it’d just impacted the cold concrete. When her phone rang for the millionth time—probably Adam, Isa or Matt again—she simply turned it off. When her landlady knocked on her door, she pressed her hands over her ears. Her hands trembled violently if she went too long without lighting a cigarette, but she had yet to leave the house and she was running low. Midday when she had nothing left to eat, she climbed into bed, shakily withdrew her third to last cigarette and took a long drag. Sooner or later she would have to leave the house for her survival’s sake, but today she wasn’t sure if she wanted to survive.
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