This account takes place three months after the events of Demons and Angels.
I lay on my bed in my room, staring up at the ceiling. It's been about three months since my beating. Since then, my ribs have completely healed, besides some soreness now and again. Unfortunately, my hand is still healing and I can't really do much with it. They say it'll take another month or two to heal completely. Great.
We filed a police report and the thugs were caught. They were released after just two months of a supposed eight month sentence. We have a restraining order against them though, so they can't hurt me anymore. After the band found out about what they were doing, I don't think that thought will cross their minds again. If they value their lives, that is.
So it's been pretty good, all things considered. A lot of the band members visit me often, so I'm not usually alone...
Oh yeah, I almost forgot. After that day, my drum major and I have started going out. It's been a whole th