Category: Anais Torres

Anais Torres

Rachel rolled her eyes as she let out a breath, “I’ve been to support groups. I’ve done the “my name is” thing.” Rachel’s leg fell off the couch as she glared at Dr. Kean. “That’s what triggered the attempts. I don’t want to know that there are people out there who suffer worst than I do. I don’t want to listen to their stories so that I can be proud that my injuries were minor, and I don’t want to feel guilty for hating someone because compared to what I went though, they got lucky.” Rachel winced.

Anais Torres

She hadn’t been Rachel that night. She was evidence, a body of things to be picked and probed at, pictured and asked about, recorded and quoted. I want my life back. The voice was faint inside her own mind. She could hear the plaintive, almost despairing note to that voice. Like the wail of a scared child, this wasn’t just about facing her fears. This was about everything. Her injuries, the loss of the life and world she’d once taken for granted, her long recovery.

Anais Torres

She hadn’t been Rachel that night. She was evidence, a body of things to be picked and probed at, pictured and asked about, recorded and quoted. I want my life back. The voice was faint inside her own mind. She could hear the plaintive, almost despairing note to that voice. Like the wail of a scared child, this wasn’t just about facing her fears. This was about everything. Her injuries, the loss of the life and world she’d once taken for granted, her long recovery.