VIOLET SWAN.

OREGÓN-PORTLAND.

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I look at the bandage on my arm and it’s impossible not to think about Eric. I can’t get out of my head that all of this is my fault. The white fabric reminds me where I am, who I am, and how much I’ve changed. My fingers instinctively brush against the soft material, as if needing to make sure it’s there… that I’m still here too.

“With this, your wounds will heal faster,” says the woman in white in front of me. Her voice is professional, but carries a gentle tone I hadn’t expected. I lift my gaze to her, noticing how her hands move with precision as she puts away some instruments. She’s someone used to control, to routine… and maybe also to seeing things she’d rather not talk about.

“Rejected?” I ask, confused. According to Eric, I was a good candidate for this. I glance at my hands and carefully pull down the sleeves of my blouse. I don’t like seeing my marks. I don’t like remembering how they got there. I try to smile, but only manage