The Reminder.
I walked to the mirror and stared at myself. I saw my five-year-old self staring back at me with tears in her eyes.
“Read it!”
The voice exploded in my head.
It wasn't my voice.
“What are you, stupid? It’s right there! Look at the letters, Gianna. They aren't moving. You’re just lazy. You’re useless. You’re a waste of space.”
“Your tits make up for the nonsense that comes out of your mouth.”
“Why did I do wrong to deserve you, Gianna?!”
The voices were so loud they felt like physical hands pushing me down. I could remember the feeling of the wooden desk against my arms. I could feel the hot, stinging tears on my cheeks while the boy behind me laughed because I couldn't read the word apple.
“You will do it,” I hissed at my reflection, “You will show him. You won't be the dumb girl, not again.”
I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the cold floor. I pulled off my shoes and socks. My feet looked small and pale in the dim light. I gripped the wooden stick with both hands, my knuckles turning white.
“If you want to act like a certain type of woman to get ahead, who am I to stop you? It fits what I already know about you, doesn't it?”
Raphael’s voice joined the others. I could feel him leaning over me again.
I raised the stick high and slammed it down onto the arch of my right foot as hard as I possibly could.
CRACK.

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