Mollie sat in her kitchen after talking with her friend from Boston, yes she still had friends there she felt more positive. Her friend was a psychiatrist and had spent some time talking things through. She had her take the dressing off of her face and well face the now healing scar. There’d been tears and tantrums but she felt much calmer now. The other things Mollie had agreed to, was to make a video diary until her right wrist had healed and if there was no counselling session in Hathian she was to visit Boston for the week. Mollie sat at her laptop and hit record.

I’ve spoken with you Amie and feel so much better she always was the sensible one out of the two of us, and she told me that my problem was never being the black sheep just that I was too soft and wouldn’t play by my families rules. You know I’d never imagined that me a gentle rebel, HAH! So you’re seeing this damn mark on my face now you’re watching it and yes I know I’m being a fucking over the top drama llama but I feel so ugly. Oh on a positive note the bruising around my collarbone is fading it still looks like a mess but at least it’s a lighter coloured mess.

What do you think to the wig? I know it’s a shock as I always took such a pride in my long hair but with two lots of stitches and my head needing fixing the hospital took part of the hair I just took care of the rest and you know it’s kinda liberating showering is certainly easy and yes I haven’t even thought about doing my nails so things must have been rough.

She laughs a little and is seen taking some pain meds and a drink out of a glass.

Oh now before you worry it’s not Vodka or anything like that just water nothing more, it’s not like it’ll be much more until I can face getting some groceries but don’t worry, I’ll be fine cause I can make scrambled eggs and grilled cheese now, my friend at the Diner has started to teach me to cook and things are going well even if I do have to try and stop the insane green haired woman from killing the diners jukebox, there are no damn demons in it and I’m not going to let them win!

She hit the end button quickly before the tears threatening surfaced and and would send it to her friend before she went back to bed and curled up to sleep off the meds.