I sat for weeks doing very little. Watching the events replay in my mind again and again. People were very kind but how can you talk about being attacked when you only tried to help and a kid that did it.

The events came over and over.

The knife.The blood. The screams. The pain. The last three had been from me.

I looked at my bloody arm. I could feel the broken ribs. My hip would take longer to heal. I would have to learn to walk with pain. I was so scared. How could I help others when I couldn't help myself? I had to find peace. 

Fake it till you make it the kids always said. I finally had a plan.

Learn to walk again. Learn to hide the pain. Fake it. I would make it