Save Yourself

Clara

There was a time I was bitten by a dog. I was just seven years old. I remember the sharp pain tearing into my leg, the blood dripping down, the way my voice cracked as I screamed for help. I cried for anyone to come but nobody did. I had to drag myself to the hospital, shaking and terrified, my own small hands pressing against the wound to stop the bleeding.

Then there was another time, whe