I tore the shirt off and tossed it on the floor on my way to the bathroom. I was told to keep my head low and to not make waves. That hadn't lasted twenty-four hours and I was pissed off. The small cut burned and I grabbed some tissue and wet it with cool water from the sink.

The shock more than the cut itself made me cry out when the bitch cut me. It was little more than a scratch. Dumb, dumb, dumb. The safest place in the world for me and I was stabbed. Yes, slight exaggeration, but ...