Ow.
Ow ow ow ow ow!
Every muscle in my body throbs and aches, but It's nothing compared to the trauma I feel inside of me. I plod along, seemingly uncaring, as I walk further and further away from my destination. I am not uncaring, though. On the inside I care more than anyone could possibly imagine.
Dreams plague my every sleeping moment. Not nightmares, but worse. Good Dreams. Beautiful, sensuous dreams- ones that leave you waiting for more. Damn them. Taunting me.
As I read my last diary entry of 3 days ago, it scares me. It scares me of what could have happened. Who could have pulled up in a large black pickup. As it was, it was only the state trooper. Libby and I hid in a bush, my hand over her mouth.