Silencing Anna

Voices surround Anna as she lies on her hospital bed, but she cannot answer them. Her voice has been taken, along with her mobility and her sight. She can hear the nurses chattering and her family that come to visit. Her mum cries a lot and her dad struggles to deal with what he sees. Life used to be good for Anna, but life can change in a heartbeat, as she knows so well. 
And then there are the people we think we know. When the smile hides the anger. When the beauty hides the beast.
Only Anna knows the truth, but Anna cannot speak. 

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My body is weak.  At the moment I am ravaged with infection.  My blood is filled with bacteria; its poison is reaching every part of my body. My temperature soars and I feel dreadful.  Every thump of my poor bruised heart is painful, it beats quickly, twice as fast as it is supposed to, and every surge of my poisoned blood causes me the most tremendous pain in my head.  It feels as though someone with a sledgehammer is beating me on the skull with every heartbeat. If I could, I would cry out with pain.  My skin feels tender and bruised; my entire body aches as though I have the worst dose of the flu imaginable. It’s really difficult to remain determined in these circumstances.  I am trying hard, mustering up every positive thought that I can, but the pain itself is draining me and knowing that my body is filled with poison is so disheartening. The doctors are pumping me full of antibiotics, and I overhear mum telling Eve that one of the medicines that I am on could leave me disabled. I can’t understand how I have become so ill, I only fell and banged my head. Why do things keep going from bad to worse?  What if I die? If I die, James will be charged with murder or manslaughter.  I can’t bear that thought. I have to get better; I have to.
This poison in my blood, the way it is travelling to every part of my body reminds of the poison that James filled me with.  The vile toxic abuse would spout from his mouth, and fill my being, spreading to every part of my life.
Some of it was so subtle that I am only just beginning to see it for what it was now that I am stuck here, forcibly reliving every experience. If I were enthusiastic about something I had done, some achievement or accomplishment, James would find a way of removing the sheen, curtailing my happiness, or just out and out pissing on my fire. And if anything that I was doing were likely to infringe on my time with him, then James would give me a really hard time until eventually, I stopped having the energy to attempt to live a life that involved any activities without him

About the author:
This is Sadie’s first novel. She has three children and and a rabbit. She works in healthcare. When she’s not writing or working most of her life seems to involve picking up toys and finding things she’d forgotten she has. 

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