I walk into the bathroom when I am finally alone, I unwrap the bandage and I gasp as I look at my chest.

Tears come streaming down my cheeks as I quickly look away. I look ugly, no longer looking at the mirror I quickly wrap the bandage back on and walk back to my room with my heart full of sorrow.

I cannot believe what I had just saw with my own two eyes, I don’t know what I was expecting but it was not that. I form a fist from keeping my hands from shaking as I sat on the bed.

If I can barely look at myself, how can anyone else be able to look at me?

I look like someone just came and scraped on my chest leaving me in all kinds of way, of course the doctor said I’ll heal but how can one heal from that?

***

When I came back home, my mother was the one who bathe me since I could not be able to do it without having look at myself with utter disgust. the bandage has also been taken away when I started healing.

I watched as my mother make some lasagna; I have had my phone off for the last 2 weeks refusing to hear anyone’s pity. And no matter how much I tried I could not bring myself to meet with Mbongeni, will he even want to meet with me?

A knock came on the door, I jumped down from the tall stool and went to open the door and standing there was Mbongeni holding a box of chocolate and a Checkers plastic “Hey.”

“Hi.” I say as I give him a confused look. He nods over my shoulder “Your mother told me to come.” I turned around to see my mother standing there with a little smile “You need to spend time with people your age not me.”

“Come in.” I say opening the door wide for him.