The Bianchi's Missing Piece

Chapter 8

Aria's POV:

I jolt up from my bed and frantically look around at all my surroundings then check to make sure I still have my clothes on.

Few. I do.

I had a dream just like every other night, about John coming in my room. I turn my lamp on that's sitting on my bedside table and check the time on my phone. It's 2:45. Well, I've gotten more sleep than most nights.

I hop out of bed only to have to bite my lip harshly to not let out a cry of pain due to my ribs. I release my lip when I feel blood trickle down my chin.

What can I say? I needed to take my focus off my ribs.

I head to the bathroom, wash off my lip and pull out two painkillers, I swallow them and then look for my razor.

I pull my sleeve up to make a few cuts, but there's no room, I look at both my arms from every angle until I move my shirt to see if there's room on my chest. There isn't, my skin is already covered in cuts, there's no room to make new ones. So, instead I pull my pants down and move to my left thigh. Saying that my right thigh is already in enough pain, I sure as heck don't want it to hurt even more.

I put the shining blade to the fattest part of my thigh and make ten cuts, one for every year I spent with John, and the last two, one for each year I spent with Dan, my moms boyfriend. I lived with him for two years before he got taken to jail because one night someone was walking outside and heard me screaming while he was trying to brand me.

I'll forever remember that night, I still have the mark on my back. I was seven at the time.

The blood quickly rushes down my leg onto the floor, left for me to clean up. I quickly grab a towel and wipe it all up. I then take all my clothes off and get into the shower.

I turn the water to cold and let the water wash over my body. I hadn't taken a shower in weeks. This has to be the best shower ever. There's strawberry scented shampoo and even conditioner! My hair might actually be soft after this! I take the pink loofa and body wash and scrub my body clean. I make sure to be careful of my cuts, but at the same time I'm hoping it will help them not get infected.

I scrub my body until I feel clean, then a little more since I don't know when will be my next shower. I could be leaving this luxury at any time. I then shave with the razor I have and get out. I wrap a fluffy towel around my body and leave the bathroom not wanting to see what I look like. It's never good.

I walk back to all my clothes and pull out the sweatpants I had on this morning and both my sweatshirts I had on yesterday. Only this time, the sweatshirt that was underneath is now on top. They don't need to know that I only have three shirts and two pants. They look like people who have never worn the same thing over and over again, so they'd most likely just make fun of me.

By now it's 3:25 and I decide to go into the kitchen to see if I can find some stuff for my wounds. I ran out of ointment and I can't have my thigh or back getting infected.

I try my best to make it around the house without turning any lights on beside the light from my cell phone screen. I'm walking to the stairs when I stub my toe harshly into the railing on the staircase. Well, at least I found the stairs.

As I go down the steps, my toe feels cold making me think there's blood coming out from it.With my body being so malnourished I easily get hurt and bruised so I'm not even surprised.

I soon get to the bottom of the staircase and turn right to walk into the kitchen. Once I get there, I put on the flashlight from my phone, knowing that everyone is upstairs sleeping. I start to look through the millions of cupboards trying to see if I can find anything. I finally open the cupboard on the very end and see a bunch of first aid items.