"I am not supposed to remember any of this." At least, that's what the soap operas tell me, and they don't lie, right?Okay, all I have to do is smash my head somehow, and I will forget all the events of the past 72 hours. I will pass out, and when I wake up, I will assume a new identity.
In just a little while, those pictures won't matter a bit. Even if they DO show up on the internet.
First, I ditch my purse in a dumpster. I take the cash.
Second, I start driving. I dump the rental car.
I hail cab. I tell the driver to take me as far as $60 will allow.
I get out.
I walk into alley. I start hitting self with bricks, bottles, various bits of debris.
I fail to accomplish anything other than pain, blood and dirt on my face.
I sit on the ground and sob.
I don't know who's fault this is, but I'm sure it's not mine.
