I woke up at the hospital this morning. I don't remember what happened for the last weekend.
According to the doctor, I was discovered covered in lashes and bruises. Once again, I have no memory of the entire weekend.
I hear the family next door moved out. I don't particularly care; I'm in too much pain to. I feel like someone went over my body with a rake while I was asleep.
The trial for the serial murders is tomorrow. I don't know if I'm going to be able to make it to this.