Broken Pieces

CHAPTER {8}

AKARI

I quickly sat up as I had realized I had fallen asleep and the light shone brightly into the room. I was late, I hurried out of blanket I had over me and limped out of the room.

I looked down at my swollen ankle, mother pushed me down the stairs yesterday. "AKARI!!" Mother's voice boomed throughout the house and I knew she was angry.

I didn't want to go because I would be walking towards my torture but if I don't go, the torture would be even worse. I hurriedly limp to the living room and the moment I walked in, pain spread through my entire head.

I brought my hands up to my head to put pressure on it but was pricked with glass. I brought my hands back and they were filled with blood. "Ak...yo...disap...filt...cle...up." I barely heard what she said as my ears were ringing loudly and blood was flowing down my face.

The ringing intensified becoming unbearable. I yell in agony as I fell to my knees, covering my ears trying to get rid of the ringing. I squeezed my eyes shut as I let out another yell.

Suddenly, it went quiet and all I could hear were my pants and occasional groans of pain. I slowly uncovered my ears and opened my eyes but it was pitch black. I couldn't see anything.

I stood up and tried to find any light, as I turned around, I came face to face with my mother. She was drenched in blood, just as much as I was, and breathing heavily. "You should have stayed with your brothers, now I'm going to kill you." She said as she began to walk towards me.

I was terrified of what she'd do once she got to me so I ran. I didn't get anywhere far as I tripped on my own feet. I look down and noticed my cast. When did that get there? I stood up and tried to run but the cast was making it difficult.

I was suddenly grabbed by my hair and was harshly pushed down. I look up to see all my brothers and my mother all looking at me disgusted. They all started screaming profanities at me.

"WHORE"

"SLUT"

"PATHETIC"

"WEAK"

I couldn't take it anymore, I was too loud. No matter how hard I tried to cover my ears. Then they started beating me, kicking my head which was already injured. I gave up, I let them do what they needed to do, after all, I was pathetic and weak.

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I woke up in pain and I looked down and my sheets were soaked in blood from my hands. I no longer had to wear gauze, so my cuts were exposed and I was probably thrashing around in my sleep causing them to open.

I panicked, what will Domenico do if he sees this? What would they all do? I hurriedly got out of my bed and forgot about my ankle and fell face flat on the ground. I groaned in pain, I sat up and looked at the time on the clock, 1:57am.

Got up from the floor and went towards the bathroom and stripped out of my bloodied clothes and looked down at my body, looking at the amount of scars that littered my body.

I couldn't control the tears that came falling down my face. My knees went weak and I cried, naked on the now bloody bathroom floor. Why? Why can't I be normal? Why can't I just sleep? I'm too broken to be okay. I'm too broken to be fixed.

I stood up and looked in the mirror. The person looking aback at me was not okay. It was as if a switch had been turned off as they held an emotionless gaze though their red eyes gave them away. The person looking back at me, was not me. I don't recognize who is in that mirror.

I look away and went towards the shower and turned it on and got in. I grabbed the loofah and drenched it with water before adding the shower gel and washed my body two times. I washed my hair and my down there.