Under lockdown with the enemy.

"How are you ?" my sister asks inspecting through a video camera my obvious black eye.

"Oh walked into a door again." I fabricate , smiling down the video lens with an another obviously feeble lie.

"You need to get out of there." She says with so much concern in her voice it makes me want to cry.

"I'm fine." I reply even though yesterday I was so beaten and broken, it made me want to die.