#*nia

What already started out as a rough day had turned into the worst night of Nia’s life. She lost and gained conciousness on the cold, concrete floor, feeling sick and violated. Her vision was swimming, flashes of the violence that got her there dancing behind her eyelids whenever they closed. She eventually managed to pick herself up and limp back towards her apartment, jumping at every little noise, each movement bringing her sharp stabs of pain in her side. Eventually collapsing in the deserted lobby of her building, Nia let the angry tears fall. How could she be so stupid? How could she let this happen to her?