Today I have to go in and see the detective. It’s been a week today since the night of the incident. While I’m glad to be finally going in to tell what happened, I’m also terrified. I’m terrified to have to relive that night and remind myself that my choices were taken away from. My choice about, who gets to see and touch my body. I think about going to see the detective and my eyes start to swell and tear. I really hope I can hold it together long enough to get it all out. To get out what I can’t remember. My emotions are all over the place. Life is cruel.