Note: This is one of my very first short stories that I wrote. not sure where the Inspiration came from, it just happened. Its short, but i like it for some reason. This is basically a sample of what my writing is like.
The hot and steamy water came down on my back in a steady pulse. I let all my muscles relax and breathe. I forgot that I still had mascara running down the sides of my face. I grabbed the white washcloth and wiped away my tears, but that didn't stop them from coming. I sighed and carefully ran my hands through my hair, picking out twigs and washing out all the dirt. I flinched as a small stick dug into a cut on the palm of my hand.
"How could this have happened to me?" I whispered. More black tears flowed out. I grabbed the scented bar of soap while still clutching the washcloth in the other hand. I rubbed the soap onto the cloth until bubbles started to form. I hesitated before not only lathering myself with soap but with also stinging pain. My hands stopped at the burns that indented a ring around both my ankles. A sudden flash of when my shoe snapped flashed in my head. I walked for miles with my shoes clicking on my heels while still connected to that strap. One tear rolled down and landed on the wash cloth.
"How? Why?" I whispered to myself. His face jumped into my mind, with that anger in his eyes, his dull brown eyes stabbing into my heart. I saw him so clearly, him with his hand wrapped around my neck and the other in a fist. That evil creature pain and suffering.
There was a slight skip in the pulse in the water on my back; it snapped me out of my nightmare. I washed the soap off my body and turned the shower knob to off. I pulled back the shower curtain and walked up to the fogged up mirror. I placed my hand somewhere near the middle and whiped the fog away.
The girl in the mirror was me but how could she, she couldn't be, I don't have bruises all over but I do. I don’t have scrapes and cuts on my palms but I do. I stared for only a minute until the sight of me became repulsive to my eyes. I grabbed the towel off the shelf next to the toilet and wrapped it around my body. More black tears came out.
A soft but rough thumb rubbed the side of my cheek making the tears disappear. That thumb became a warm hand that rested there. I brushed my head up against it. The other hand gently cupped my chin and my face was tilted upwards and I was instantly in a spell. Unlike the "creature" he was an emerald eyed angel. His nose wrinkled when he smiled at me. The hand that rested on my cheek made it's way down my neck and arm down to my hand where our fingers laced. He uncupped his hand from my chin but my eyes stayed locked in those dazzling green jewels. Yet again our fingers laced together. I didn't even flinch at the small stinging pain in my hand when he squeezed it tight. He lowered his head to my level and as his soft lips pressed up against mine I was completely entranced.
Unlike the "creature" the angel loved me.
