The Body keeps the Score

All day Charlie's muscles ached, her scars itched, her temper simmered just below the surface. She didn't understand just what her problem was till she noticed the date on the calendar.

 

A year ago...funny how memory works, even when part of it had been erased. She still remembered the disoriented feeling she had waking up staring at the night sky, walking into the after party, hearing the screams, learning that her face would be permanently marked from an unknown assailant.

 

She knew Lovelace was dead, having seen her fall several stories, having heard the crunch of her bones, the last exhale of life amid the chaos of the battle. Still she wished she could have gotten her back, or at least had an answer as to why she'd be chosen.

Done