(ALICE)
There are times when I'm convinced I've grown numb to the insults, the taunts, and the constant degradation. But in moments like this, I feel like a child, all alone and vulnerable, with the world hurling sticks and stones at me.
I throw away the letter opener and turn to leave. My steps are uneven, my vision half obscured by the blood in my eyes. I step out of the office and decide I'll have to go see a healer. If Mary is available, she will patch me up. Otherwise, I'll have to get some gauze and disinfectant from the local human pharmacy.
