Jessica Part 2
Jessica and I Part II I sat on the couch, flipping through the infinite masses of boring channels. In 890 channels, there is absolutely nothing good on. What else is new? I swear…TV’s have a curse built in to always have you miss the good shows, whether you are attentive or not. My chest was throbbing, so I got up and headed to the bathroom. I peeled my shirt off and tossed it on top of the toilet and examined myself. Half a dozen bruises were scattered around my torso, still black and blue. Recently sealed gashes littered my arms and shoulders. The pain stabbed away at me, but it only took one thing to make me forget any ache I felt- the reason I had obtained these cuts. If I could do it all …