A Star's Last Days

ONE

BAM.

Another kick to my stomach made my body curl into a ball again. Then a punch flies across my face sending it in the other direction.

I groan quietly and flinch as the same hand grabs my bun and pulls it back so my head is tilted up and lifted off the floor. "Fix yourself before you get another beating. You disgusting little b**ch." My head is then thrown to the ground.

Slowly I lift my achy bones off the ground. My aching hand clutches around my stomach where the beating was inflicted. My gaze drops to my feet before I walk upstairs to the bedroom. I close the door softly, not wanting to receive another punishment, and walk into the attached bathroom.

I remove the clothes off my body slowly without giving the mirror any attention. I hardly look at myself in the mirror anyways, and I don't plan to start now. I glance at my stomach and lightly sigh not wanting to move too much. Taking out the hair tie from my hair, I let my hair fall down from the bun.

I turn on the shower before opening the shower curtain and just walking right in. Not wanting to hurt my newly inflicted wounds I leave the water on cold as I slowly clean up my battered body.

After the shower I still don't feel clean but I leave the bathroom and walk to the dresser. I grab the lotion, turn to the bed, and scan the room.

This room is small.

Small bed.

Small bathroom.

And no closet of course.

I begin to smooth the lotion into my skin softly. After I finished putting on the lotion, I placed the bottle back on top of the dresser and picked up a long sleeve white sweater from the drawer and put it over my head. Then I reach into the bottom drawer and pull out one of the few loose leggings and a pair of underwear.

I place the towel on the hook in the bathroom and make my way back to the bed. I lay down softly and gaze up at the ceiling.

*What if I just become a star. Then I can live in the sky either shining or dull and far away.* My thoughts echo in my empty mind as my eyes grow heavy.

I fail at keeping them open long enough to get under the thin blanket. But before my consciousness fully succumbs to sleep, I hear the heavy rain fall against my window.

*I hate summer.*