What is hope?

The woman gapes at me wide eyed her mouth half open, half in amazement, yet her acting held sympathy. She didn't understand, how could she? I was the one that was trapped here, I was trapped in the chaos of my mind, trapped in a reality that I could never escaped from. In actuality, this could never be reality, this was a nightmare that I won't wake from, no matter how hard I tried. If this was reality, then where was hope?

She moved slowly, tediously being careful with the cotton as she attempted to clean the bruises against my cheeks, before moving to the larger abrasions and cuts along my arm and leg. I hissed, as the alcohol soaked into one of the wounds, as her hand moved in circular motions from the cuts outward. Next she moved to the ones on my neck. I had half the mind the hit her across the head and hop off the bed when she pushed against one of my cuts. I whined, pushing her away from me but she quickly tightened her grip.

Dammit!

The nurse stood back surveying whether or