Chanda's Pain-Personal Narrative

The pain is all I feel it is all I can remember. It was nighttime and all you could here was a crackling of fire and the whisper of voices that are being carried from house to house by the wind.
I called out to her in a whisper “Chanda” and waited, replaying the images of that fateful night in my mind. I was practically shaking in my shoes waiting for her to see me and run away. Call me ugly and a whore saying I told you so and that I should have listened to her. It a scary thought, living without Chanda, she is my only friend she is the only one who understands me. She is my family and I can’t lose more family.
She replies “Who are you?” whispering back to me.
I can’t, I can’t reply, my mind is going faster than I can comprehend, every thought and image is whirling like a tornado around in my head. My thoughts, my insecurities all plaguing my mind, I feel trapped in a hole on that I can’t get out of. I can feel their hands on me, there horrid breaths, there yellow teeth, hear their voices and feel the
I chant to myself that they can’t hurt me, they can’t hurt me. When Chanda opens the door, I hide in the shadows, I can’t let Chanda see how hideous I am. My face is all cut up and I have bruises that cover my entire body. I am filthy inside and out. I try and move away to fast and pain shoots through my entire body. I moan. SHe runs to me but I tell her to stay away for it isn’t safe.
I hear Chanda come out and finally see who I am now.
She backs away, scared of what I look like now.
“Esther come inside.” she whispers.
“I can’t, your mama…” I reply.
“She's not here. You have to come inside.”
I follow Chanda inside and she tell Iris and Soly to stay in there rooms and go back to bed.She draws the bedroom curtain and I collapsed to the floor. I can see Chanda looking me over, realizing what happened and how disastrous I