She walked into the office of the district attorney. She shook his hand and sat in the seat across from his desk. "Hello Miss Stewarts, it's great to finally meet you..."

"You as well..." She tried to force a smile.

"You don't have to force a smile Miss Stewarts." He sat across from her.

"So, how does this work?..."

"I question you, just like your fathers lawyer will... It won't be easy... They will degrade you, your life, your mother... It will be very difficult..."

"I'll be fine... Let's start this..."

"Okay... You're resilient, i'll tell you that much... Okay, here we go..." He put a box of tissues in front of her, and she sighed.

After a long day, she sat on her couch, she had the music blaring. She was listening to Garth Brooks. She loved country music. It was calming her slightly... But lets be honest, it was possible that nothing could turn the page...

She fell asleep on the couch, and woke up at eleven AM. It's okay that she overslept... She went to the school Friday and got a weeks worth of work. She's taking the week off... She got up, and cleaned and re-organized the whole apartment and her garage. She cooked herself some toast and butter for breakfast, and she had a yogurt as well. She got dressed in a white tank top and denim shorts and she wore a pair of converse's. They were red and white with black laces, they were high-tops too. Even dressed down, she looked cute. It was really hot today, it was 103 degrees outside, and only a few degrees cooler in her apartment. So no jacket today, her scars would have to show themselves today... Oh well...

She stood at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to get to the supermarket. She saw the bus in the distance, and she waited another moment or two. The bus pulled up next to her. The bus was packed, not a seat, and barely a handlebar available. She stood by the front of the bus, holding onto the handlebar, keeping one eye on her surroundings, and one on the road, watching for her stop.

A few minutes later, she pulled the yellow signal cord, and a few seconds later, the bus comes to a stop outside the supermarket. She grabbed a a carriage and started shopping. She got a few bottles of juice, a gallon of milk, meat, sides, salad stuff, snacks, bread and spices along with condiments.

She got home and organized everything in her fridge and cabinets. She sat at her desk in her office and did schoolwork. It was only the second day of her week off, and she only had two out of almost twenty assignments left. She was a fast and efficient worker who actually enjoyed the work. It gave her something to do. And God knows, she needed things to do. Speaking of things to do, she decided to take up the native american flute and also took up Spanish.

She was on video chat with Eric, it was late at night, maybe eight o'clock... She was in her pajamas already, and was playing the Native american flute for him. She messed up a little bit, but she was still learning. For a beginner, she was really good, especially for having asthma... When she finished he started clapping.

"Ethelinda, baby girl, you're amazing... Don't ever change... Don't ever let anyone change you either..."

"I love you Eric..."

"I love you Ethelinda..."

She went to bed that night. She went to bed upset. She got a phone call from her father, he was going on and on about how he was going to kill her, and how she was a hoe and a bitch and a slut. She obviously didn't pay his fucked up mind any attention, but it still hurt, so she cried. And although she already regretted it, and even though he loved her, and because he loved her, Eric was disappointed... She slit her wrist in four spots. She hated hurting herself, but more importantly in her mind at least, she hated hurting Eric...

It was three AM, she shot up to a seated position from a deep sleep, screaming, crying, shaking, sweating... That was probably the worst nightmare she's had since the murder / Assault... She dreamt that her and Eric were older, she was like, 23 maybe, Eric was 29... They had two kids now, a two year old and an infant... Her father escaped prison, broke his restraining order... Killed Eric, then their children, then let her live, to live with it for the rest of her life, and he got away... So yeah, its a damn good thing she's seeing the psychiatrist tomorrow... She's ask for Prozac twice in the morning for depression, and Adavan as needed for Anxiety. It would probably help a lot...