Fingertips.

Domestic abuse story.

I brushed my hair from my face, carefully examining the newest bruise, making sure not to bump it. It was red, still swelling, and soar. I could tell how bad it would look by tomorrow, but part of me didn't care. I soaked the cloth in the ice cold water, and brought it up to my face. I watched in the mirror as I gently applied pressure, wincing softly. I felt the pins and needles, like when your legs fall asleep, slowly spread through my cheek and eye.  This was the first time he ever hit me, and I knew it would be the last. 'nobody will notice,' I thought, soaking the cloth again. 'I'll hide it under make up, and say I fell.' I thought more an more of this story, and wondered if it was believable enough. I felt my left eye begin to water, as the stinging increased. I realized that I had began pushing on the bruise, only making myself feel worse. I sighed, deciding to retire my feeble attempts of aiding in the healing process, and just try and sleep. I threw the cloth on the counter, and looked back to the mirror; my eyes were blood shot, and my face looked tired. I tried to pull my face into a smile, but felt the stinging pain of my cheek. My neck was red too, slowly showing small signs of brusing the size of fingertips.  His fingertips.

Reviews

[Butterfly Ninja :3]

its so detailed which makes it that much more gripping :)

[Vanessa Rico]

This was really heartful. I have had several friends go through this and everytime it is hard watching keep going back to they guy. I have tried to help, but it was their decision. Powerful stuff!

[RidingTheWind]

I love the way you've included every little detail to make the image so much clearer, and I like the way you've finished the story. I read the last couple of sentences about three times, just because of the fantastic way you've finished with 'His fingertips'.