The flames penetrated my skin-the pain so sharp l felt it in my bones,l had probably been screaming for hours because at this point no sound came out,my throat dry as a desert.The door finally cracked open and men came running in to my rescue,my legs became numb as l was lifted up and it all went blank.
As the last bandage fell off,l came face to face with a strange creature in the mirror. My entire family stared at me with blank faces but could they not see this monster? And this strange man said welcome back-to where? Hell? Was l dreaming? The screaming in my head echoed louder? Was l back in that burning house? Where was my face? Will people look at me the same way? How could l be a woman like this? The strange man in white kept explaining how eventually as l heal it would get better but what would he know with his fresh nice looking skin? At this point the pain has been reduced by the anaesthetic but what happens when l walk down the streets and people stare? What happens when l see pictures of half baked humans? What happens when l even light a fire in this cold weather? What happens when l close my eyes? I relive the nightmare,all this time when my face was bandaged all l could hear was my screaming over and over again,had l been sleeping? How can someone say it gets better? Physically maybe, emotionally l cannot even look in the mirror and see myself anymore,the little confidence l had down the drain, will l ever be able to stand infront of people again? How do l even get the nerve to be in public? Will people not stare and feel pity for me? How can they not when l look like a monster? Is this the life am destined for? Anxiety, depression, self doubt struck, a pity party in progress. The pain of the wounds could not even come close to the war in my mind,my heart and soul. Will l heal emotionally? Psychologically? Should l take therapy? Will the screaming end? Can l look at a fire and not have a panic attack? Time can only heal the wounds but the mind was scarred for life.This was the end of my life.
