rainbowglitter16
I grasped the doorknob. It was firm and vaguely slippery beneath my hand. My heart was beating in my throat as I tried to turn it, the knob slipping a little in its setting. As I pushed open, the door, I wasn't sure what I'd see. Would he be there? Would he be gone?
The bandages covered my arms, legs, mouth. They weren't helping me or healing me they were holding me back, and I wanted to break them so badly instead of being broken by them. But I could do nothing. So I was bound by my bandages as I always was and always have been.