Their Treasure [COMPLETED][UNEDITED]

Twenty Nine - Trinette

I stood in the mirror, looking at myself and begging myself not to cry. I agreed to them inviting their friends over for dinner, but I'm now re-thinking that opinion as I look at my reflection in the mirror. I'd showered and was about to decide on what to wear. Until I looked in the mirror.

The person looking back at me was in a horrific state. She wasn't even me. The hair was buzzed, and eyes were dull and sunken. her inner elbows scarred. Her skin bruised and cut up and her whole body was tensed to the point it looked like it hurt. The person looking back at me looked so unwell she could drop dead at any point. She wasn't me.

The psychologist was very kind and I'm seeing her again very soon, she made me comfortable, but right now I want to hide in a ball. I don't want other people to see me like this, not when I can barely stand to see myself like this.

So that's exactly what I did. Bringing the big, soft duvet over me, I hid from the world. The duvet slid across the deep bruises and still-healing wounds making me wince as tears left my eyes.

I hate this. I hate it so much. I'm hurting and I can't fix it. I think he broke me. Beyond repair. It feels like no one can fix how damaged I have become. Like I'll never get better. And it hurts.

Albeit faint, the laughter and chatter from downstairs had made its way to my room making my heart ache even more. I wish I could get up and join them. I wish I could force myself out of my mind's prison

I would give anything to return to how I was before. Absolutely anything.

"Mia Amata? Where are- oh Trins" I heard Oliver's voice which was laced with sympathy. He gently pulled back the duvet but I didn't want to let go. I wasn't wearing much if anything - and I was finally sober and Alert enough to know I didn't want them to see my body.

"What's the matter?" He softly asked. he didn't try to pull the duvet back more after I had refused to let him take it off.

"I just... I'm so tired Oliver, I have no more energy. Nothing left to give. I can't even bear to look in the mirror anymore." I spoke, my voice trembled as I made eye contact.

"I get that, I really do. What if I did your hair and picked an outfit? You don't have to come down at all, but getting dressed might help you feel better?" He offered and I contemplated for a while before agreeing. We just sat there for a while, he had me wrapped up like a burrito in the duvet in his arms as I calmed down before I was ready to get changed.

"What will you do with my hair?" I asked, there wasn't much for him to play with at all.

"Don't worry about that, I'll sort it out for you" he smiled gently as he turned around to go in the wardrobe. I sat anxiously on the bed, Hoping and praying that he would pick something that covered me fully.