Marionette and the Blue Demon (Rewritten)

Chapter 6 No Regrets

-Airmed-

I woke up in a hospital bed. When I looked around I only saw an empty room with an IV bag of blood dripping down. B - BLOOD. I smiled slightly. "Well, now I know my blood type." I tried to make light of things.

I shifted around and felt my side was tight. I lifted the blanket off and moved the hospital gown they put on me.

There was a white bandage taped to me with specks of blood. Then it finally hit me, what happened that night?

After Bull had his fill he felt and I quickly ran to my room covering myself up. I slam the door closed and my body slid down it.

Shaking violently I sobbed. "What did I do wrong?! Why do bad things keep happening to me!?" I screamed, but there was no answer.

Once I calmed myself down I walked to the full-length mirror that hung in the closet.

My new laced blouse was ruined, and my bra was only hanging on by threads, the same with the panties. The black petty coat only had one side that wasn't just hanging.

But when I looked at my face, I could see the dry blood from when he slapped me. I rubbed the blood crust off and rubbed my eyes. They were bloodshot and glassed over with sorrow.

As I stared it seem like there was my inner self standing in front of me. She was banging on the mirror pleading, begging for help. But all I could do was just stand there and stare.

My face slowly became deadpan, emotionless, and empty. I ripped the rest of my clothing off without breaking eye contact with myself.

I took in a deep breath and looked at my naked self. Covered in purple and green bruises, I clutched myself. I started to giggle.

"God looks at you. You're such a dirty girl. Letting a man take you." My mind played my stepmom's voice in my head. My heart dropped thinking that she was saying something like that.

I felt like I needed to call her, to prove that wasn't what she would say. I walked over to my bed and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

I dialed my mother's number and it rang. After the 5th ring, it was about to go to voicemail but instead, there was her voice.

"I knew you'll be calling your first week there, to come home." I could feel her smirk through the phone.

"Mom...I have a question." My voice was with no emotion which took her off guard.

"Oh?"

"So umm. Michael has been...." I didn't want to say he violated me, it would just give her fuel for her fire. "He decided we are...I guess dating. But he controls what I wear, eat, and now I have to wear makeup. Why would?"

She cut me off. "You're dating now?"

"Umm, I guess." I took in a deep breath. "But he does all those mean things to me. Does he even?"

She cut me off. "Just be glad he treats you that way or else your gonna be alone for the rest of your life."

I dropped the phone. The thump on the floor was nothing compared to my world-shattering. "Hello? Airmed?" I could still hear her words running through my head. 'be glad or you're gonna be alone for the rest of your life.'

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was starting to shut down. I wanted to go numb and not have these feelings anymore. But it was so hard to swallow the bitter pill of this life.

I picked up the phone. "Thank you." And hung up. I clasped on top of my bed, spreading my arms out like a starfish.

After some time I got up, and I could wallow in self-pity. I got into my backpack and pulled out a pair of jeans, and one of my favorite shirts that I hid from my parents.