The first time you ran over me, I thought it might be because you loved me or just wanted to get back home quickly. The second time, I was so frail that I could not even notice my broken body in the floor. In the third, I wanted to kill you back, I was so angry that I thought I was going to vomit. Then I just smiled and thought: I hope you’ll be more careful next time. The fifth time, I stopped in front of your car. 1, 2, 7 minutes expecting that you would say at least a word. You almost could not look at me. I started to undress myself in front of you, slowly. I was completely naked with all my scars. You left in silence and never ran over me again.