throat aches, she’s not sure if it’s from the choking or the crying. it’s one of the cons being surrounded by people in this camp. the attacks are less often, but when they happen? they’re extreme, and she’s left suffering for days. carol tries to hide it, but the signs are probably obvious to most. still, she keeps pretending it’s normal, that everything is fine and peachy in her life. she can’t describe how much guilt she feels, letting this continue when she has a child to protect. he never touches sophia, carol makes sure of it even if it costs her severely. it did last night, and she knows people are probably wondering why she would dare wear a turtle neck in this high atlanta heat.
hands grasp the edge of the ironing board. it’s not a sturdy thing to hold onto, but she feels like she may faint. her own damn fault, but she can’t let the bruising around her neck be so easily seen by others. ❝ i just need a minute. ❞ carol doesn’t even know who has approached, for eyes are closed as she focuses on breathing, trying to push away the light headed feeling. ❝ i’ll be fine. ❞