LOGIN(Becca)An awfully bright light was piercing through my eyelids. If this was heaven, it was painful. And then again, how could I have got in heaven? I killed. Myself. And my child.I tried to turn my face away from the burning light but couldn't get rid of it. I lifted my hands to cover my face hoping to open my eyes and see where I was. But I fe
(Becca)Eyes closed, fists clenched, I take a deep breath, the morning sun warming up my face through the bedroom's window. I never wake up early and I never open the curtains. I am usually lingering in bed till late morning, partly hoping that if I stay still, I will stop breathing and it will all be over, partly because of the soreness between my thighs. Every night is a like rape, worse than yesterday and less than tomorrow.