To rebuild our home

12

Jon's POV

I woke up in a cold sweat and sat up. I was breathing heavily and didn't realized where I was. I was supposed to be dead. Eduardo choked me to death, didn't he? Then I finally came back to my senses and figured out that it was just a dream. I was still in my room, on my bed and not dead.

I was disappointed, I thought that this would finally be the end of my suffering and that I would finally be able to please Eduardo, but I guess that I couldn't have been this lucky. I was still breathing heavily and shaking. This nightmare it was so horrible. I was so scared and to top that off the pain felt so real.

I was now tearing up, why do I have to suffer? Why can't I just be happy and make them happy? I curled myself into a ball and layed back into my bed. I tried to fall back asleep, but this didn't worked on the first attempt. I didn't wanted to go through another nightmare like this again. But I had to sleep, I was still tired. I tried to clear my head and tried to control my breathing and my cries as fast as possible but only succeeded after half an hour or so. Finally I was calm enough to be able to slowly drift into sleep without a nightmare this time at least.

The next morning

The sun was shining through my window as I was still asleep. It shined through my blinds and eventually lit up my room with light. This had been enough to wake me up. I slowly opened my eyes and sat up. Suddenly a pain shot through my body, worse than yesterday. I took off my clothes and looked at myself in the Mirror.

I looked even worse today than yesterday, my bruises were more visible as well as my black eye and my arms were still wrapped up in the gauzes so I couldn't examine them yet until I removed the gauzes. For now I decided to let them stay on until I think that it would be for the best to change up the gauzes.

I put back on my clothes and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and to brush my messy hair. I had slight bags under my eyes, but they weren't really that visible from afar. I stared at myself in the Mirror and drifted off in my thoughts. I am so ugly, I have no muscles and not even a though or charming look like they have. I never be like them. I'm just-.

I snapped back to reality when I heard a knock on the door and afterwards a voice. "Are you going to come out of there today or not?! Move it, I don't have all day!" I heard Eduardo say. I slightly panicked, I wasn't ready to face him yet, he will only be upset. I thought about what I should do, but yet again only came to the conclusion that it would be better to go out of the bathroom and run past him as fast as I can.

So I did it, I unlocked the bathroom door and walked straight into my room. Still I could see that Eduardo stared at me with a side eye full of hate. I had to make it up on him, I didn't wanted him to keep on hating me I thought to myself while tears were yet again streaming down my face. I want him to like me again or to at least not hate me anymore because someone like me can't be liked by anyone.

A minute passed before I heard Mark yell out that breakfast was ready. My stomach growled loudly and so I decided that I would gather my courage together to get downstairs to at least eat something. So I slowly walked out of my room and carefully went down the stairs with my leg that was still a little but limp. Once I arrived at the kitchen I saw them already sitting there at the table, while I stood there unsure in the entry of the kitchen whether I can just sit down next to them or not.