Where am I? Against all odds, I finally force my eyes open, the blinding light making my head hurt as I take in the white ceiling tiles above me. Slowly, I let my eyes adjust before glancing around the room. That’s when I realize the source of the steady beeping; a heart monitor. I’m at the hospital. Like a tsunami wave, I’m immediately hit with an even more horrifying realization. I remember the sound of the plaster on the wall cracking when he slammed me into it. I remember the crunch of my ribs as he kicked them. That wasn’t a dream. None of it was a dream.
