Behind Closed Doors [On Hold]

Hiding

Sophie's P.O.V.

I'm released from the hospital at least three days later which is miraculous considering the extent of my condition. I had to get close to 100 stitches which is beyond me how I put up with the pain. Oh wait... Painkillers. Oh beautiful painkillers. I wish they could just erase all the pain of my entire being. But they can't.

I'm sitting on the floor in my room now. The mess still hasn't been cleaned considering it was my "mother" who made it. When we got back to the house she completely ignored me, which is fine by me since I don't want to talk to either of them. I've got a searing headache that just won't go away.

I look at the mess around me. Surprisingly the blood has been cleaned up, except for the rest of the room. Which, my guess is, it's my job to clean it. I was sitting in the glass from my mirror that she'd broken. I could still see some leftover blood from when it cut me.

I shudder when I think about how it felt when she pulled my hair. That feeling. Opening even wider than it was. Spilling out even more blood. The pain. The blood. The pain.

Breaking out of my trance I stand up. I look around my room once more and decide to sweep the floor first. I can finally have access to the underside of my bed.

Underside. Is that even a word???

I open my door and look around before I go to the kitchen and grab the broom. As I turn to go back to my room I see him sitting there. Watching me. A smug smile sitting on his lips. From where I stand I can see the way his eyes roam my body. I start to feel sick just thinking of it. His hands roaming my body. The feeling of him on top of me. I can feel the fear starting to creep in. The same way it did last time before I entered this house. Paralyzing me.

I walk away without a word. Once I'm back in the safety of my room I could feel the tears starting to form. I let out a shaky breath and my body trembles. As I try to calm down I start to clean the mess. Starting from one corner working to the next. After I've swept the entire floor including the closet, I flip my dresser back right side up. My clothes are put back in their rightful place. My bed is flipped back and sitting upright. Now I don't know what to do.

I collapse in the middle of my room staring at my shaking hands.

I'm going to block my door tonight. Hopefully he won't be able to get in.

I look to the door then to my dresser.

"It'll do." I say as I get up and start to move it in front of the door. Once that's done I sit on my bed.

Where's my phone? I have school tomorrow... Dang.

I grab out my handheld mirror and look at my cut.

"Ugh. It's disgusting. How would I even go about hiding this?"

Letting out a frustrated sigh I put the mirror down.

Why do I feel so lost?

I can feel the tears threatening to fall. I pull at my hair angrily to try and release this frustration building inside of me.

I can't let this happen. I cannot cry. Not here.

I stand up suddenly and look around the room for my bag.

I think I dropped it when I looked inside my window... But... I couldn't have... Could I?

At that thought I rush over and open my window as quietly and quickly as I possibly could. I look down and sure enough there it is, sitting in what used to my mothers roses. I let out a breath of relief and start to climb out.

Where am I going to go? The park? Yes. It'll do. Hopefully nobody's there. Well why would they be? It's dark...

I pick up my bag and dust it off as I walk in the direction of the park being careful to not be seen.

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Yes. She missed three days of school. (If anyone was confused)
In the "story" it'd probably be Wednesday right now.
So yeh. 😁👌🏻 okay. Bye bye.