Part 7

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Eloise's Pov:

I woke up early in the morning, it was 4 am. I am not really surprised back when I lived with mom I had to awake by 4 to clean and make food so it's kinda built in my system.

I got out of bed my ribs were killing me, I decided to see how much they healed. I removed my shirt, oh my it's getting worse and my cut is getting infected but I have been treating it. At this rate I might have to tell my brother's, no Eloise what are you thinking. They will think I am disgusting and will see me as a push over and start beating me up. I took painkillers and put a fresh bandage on my cuts and ribs.

I quickly bathed and changed into my blue jean's and stripped sweatshirt.

I looked at myself in the mirror, the voice in my head starts getting loud

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I looked at myself in the mirror, the voice in my head starts getting loud.

I'm the epitome of unattractive
The definition of ugly
I have a round stomach
My legs touch
My hair is thin and frail
My teeth aren't pearly white
I'm pale and my eyes are shallow
Grey with no depth or color
is an impossible task
When there is so much fat
Separating my body from the other
is an impossible task
When I'm only thinking about my body
Rather than feeling the passion and heat
is an impossible task
When I won't allow anybody to see me
A terribly ugly body resides
Underneath the loose jeans
And oversized shirts
I'm the epitome of unattractive
I'm more than just ugly
I'm more than just fat
I'm morbidly obese
I'm disgustingly put together
Nobody could want me
There is no question
Only an answer
The answer is no
No, I am not wanted
No, I am not desired
No, I am not beautiful
No, I will never be
I'm the epitome of unattractive

It's true I am the epitome of ugly, my mother always told me how useless I was and how Noone would ever love me. I mean my brother's probably took me in out of pity none of them love me especially Xander, his not even pretending to love me. I'm glad his not pretending cause atleast when they hurt me it won't hurt as much. I am just waiting for them to change and start beating me like my mom. She used to be a good mom but she changed. Just like my mom my brother's will also change. She was my mom it didn't stop her from beating the life out of me so what would stop my brother's. I shouldn't get attached to my brother's it will be more painful when they start treating me like shit. I wiped the tear that escaped from my eyes.

I made my way downstairs to go eat.

"Good morning "I whispered. I thought they would be gone, I am supposed to stay away from them. My anxiety started increasing, should I just turn and go back to my room.

Good morning bambina Matteo spoke as he gestured for me to sit next to him.

The twins just looked at me and scoffed and looked back at their phones.

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