A/N: Part III

PG -13

"What the hell happened in here!" Maggie is hysterical, frantically running her fingers through her hair, her cheeks are flushed, her eyes searching. Glen has an outright baffled expression, he's looking everywhere, but nowhere in particular. He's pacing around my room as if he's looking for clues.

"What time is it?" I ask, not really sure what to say at this point.

"Who gives a fuck what time it is are you okay? Her panicking causing a stir in me, "What the fuck happened?"

"I-I don't understand." I stutter unsure of how to answer her.

Glen hands me my cell phone that now has a cracked screen, causing even more confusion. He curiously appraises me, waiting for answers that I don't have.

"How did my cell phone…"

"You mean who…" Maggie's eyes begin to fill with tears. "Michonne, your face, who did that to you," her voice hitched and tears rolled down, they didn't take anything, but the whole place is trashed."

"My face, what- what are you talking about," I can't stand it anymore, I pull off the blanket and leap out of my bed. Completely disregarding that I only have on my bra and panties and I run. When I reached my destination, I gasped at the sight. Peering at my face in the cracked mirror, was further confirmation of something awful. Lifting my shaky hand, my fingers lightly touch my swollen cheek, a sharp-edged band of purple-black welted across my face. My neck showed more dark purple bruises, the shape of fingertips, faint traces of pain ebbing at the surface of the wounds. My wide-eyed expression matched Maggie's, while my bottom lip trembles on its own accord.

"It's like they bulldozed the door, trashed this room and roughed you up," Glen ran a hand through his hair, still looking confused as ever, "Maggie's room is untouched…I don't get it."

I paused mid-step at the entrance of the living room, I couldn't believe it, it looked like an earthquake had occurred. How did I possibly sleep through this?

"Wha- what happened," I said aloud, not expecting a response, I shuffle over to my friend, "I don't know," she answers in a low whimper while pulling me into her arms. I start to cry. Glen drapes my robe over my shoulder.

"Should we call the cops and file a report?" Glen asked.

"Already done," Greg, our landlord walked through what is left of our door, "Cops are on the way to dust for prints and take statements. In the wee hours of the morning, I got an envelope in the mail slot with your apartment number on it, full of cash, more than enough to cover the damages," He said looking around the apartment. "Did your boyfriend do this to ya?" He asked me.

I shook my head 'no' as I slip into my robe and tie it. Glen makes me a glass of water and seat myself in one of the chairs that aren't broken.

Shortly after the police arrive and asked me the same thing everyone else has. Only they didn't believe me and I can't say that I blame them. The male cop dusted for prints while the female cop took me to my room. She took pictures of my face, asked me if I was sexually assaulted, and if I needed to go to the hospital. I was able to give a firm no on that question. That was the only thing I was certain of, I would have known if I'd had sex, it's been close to two years and I'd certainly know if anything like that had happened.

After they left, I showered and got dressed. I still could not wrap my head around how I slept through someone hitting me and trashing the apartment?

And why did they pay the landlord to fix it?

Maggie cleaned, while Glenn hauled out the destroyed furniture. "The door guys will be here in a few more hours," Maggie said placing the broom against the wall and pouring us a cup of tea. The warm liquid feels incredible washing down my sore throat.

Later that afternoon the door is replaced and besides the lack of a few items, the apartment looked back to normal allowing us to resume our lives. Glenn treated us to dinner and a movie and Maggie invited me to stay with her and Glenn for the night. After much thought, I declined, I was not going to allow whatever happened to me to change the course of how I live my life. I decided to forgive the person who hit me and trashed our place. Besides, whoever did this kind of apologized by paying for the damages.

I practically had to force Glen to drop me off at the apartment that evening. "Would if he comes back," he asks warily with a level glare.

"I'll make him buy me a new cell phone," I chuckled, "This cracked screen sucks."

Maggie dashes out of the car and hugs me, "Greg's got everyone in the entire complex on the looking out."

I gave her a firm and confident hug, "He's not coming back," I assured her, I felt absolutely sure of it, I don't know why, but I did.

It was well after midnight, my pillows were fluffed, the temperature in the room was perfect, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get to sleep. My eyes were open like the entrance to a tunnel. I kept on staring at the bare ceiling. I lay still in my soft bed under the comfy duvets, gazing up at the alabaster ceiling. Even though I was sure I was safe and in my comfort zone I could not sleep. I was clouded in my thoughts about what had happened today and last night...why can't I rememeber...anything...It's as if there is a void, a missing puzzle piece...I must accept that I may never know what happened, who did it, and why.

I tossed and turned but just couldn't find the right position. Everything I tried to get to sleep didn't work. I took some sleeping pills that drifted me off to sleep but I woke up screaming half an hour after. I hate sleeping pills, they do that every time. A lingering haze of sleep sat somewhere at the back of my mind but was too far away to reach, floating in the pool of my memories. Icy discomfort blossomed in my chest and made it difficult for me to breathe. Trying to make myself fall into slumber, I took as deep breaths as I could, but many just caught in my throat, like an icy wind had blown down there and managed to freeze the air solid. At that moment, I knew this was going to be a long night... another sleepless night.