and again

 I Lock the door behind me. I am safe here. Aren't I? it seems i would be, behind a locked door, in the washroom. But this is your house, your washroom, so am i really safe here? I shuffle to the sink and look in the mirror. My hands shake but i am able to bring them to the steel fossit, turn it, until the cold water reaches my hands, i move the water around on my palms and spalsh it on my face. the tears are now invisible. I stand there looking at my face in the mirror. I let the water droplets stay there, pretending there are no tears. I close my eyes and imagine no pain, imagine no bruises. Instead when i open my eyes i am staring at my wet face. I wipe the sleeve of my sweater on my face to dry it. Pain shoots to my ribs. I cringe and grab my stomach. I gently peel of my sweater. My blue tank top reveals handprints on my arm and throat. I lift up my shirt to reveal the problem with my ribs. If you could only see my torso you would know. Everything from my ribs to my hips were bruised. I start to cry, i would collapse to the cold floor if i didnt already know the pain it would bring to my legs.

 A loud thudding starts at the door. About as loud as my heart.

"baby, come on i didnt mean it, i just had a moment, lets finish the movie."

I could hear the sincerity in his voice. I could picture those beautiful emerald eyes tearing up. The dark brown hair in his face when his head hung. Why do i keep doing this to myself?

I cant help it. He loves me. He needs me, he has his issues but hes a good guy. He doesnt mean to do this, he is just scared, and hurt, and angry. One day he will get over this and i will be here for him.

 I reach for my sweater and put it back on. Padding. I wince through the pain and flip the lock on the door. his smile greets me. But so does the monster hidden behind those green eyes.

Reviews

[dare to fall?]

this is sooooooooooo good. Very well written...very sad :(

[onceafaerietale]

wow thats amazing but its really sad