Day 36

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I stare.

It's all I can do. Stare at the boy sitting in front of me on my bed. A boy that I once thought was the best person in the world but now I consider to be a living....breathing devil.

All you do is stare back. Your menacing blue eyes pierce into mine and for the first time.... in a long time... I don't see pure hatred staring back at me. 

After what feels like a lifetime, you slowly stand and walk over closer to me making me feel extremely uneasy and almost wanting to cry just from the aroma of this situation. The closeness of us, forces me to break our gaze and stare and the plain brown floor below.

You come closer than I am ever comfortable with.

"Take your shirt off" you say deeply but not loudly.

"No.. Please no I swear I'll do anything but ... but....please no!" I plead, with tears immediately coming to my eyes as I recall the night I want to forget.

"I swear to fucking God take it off!" You yell back getting angry.

I loudly sob as I let my crutches hit the ground. I try to pull my shirt over my cast in which I then leave it to fall to the floor.

I fold my tiny arms over my body trying to cover as much as I can from your preying eyes. You look down over my caving stomach and my bandaged sides. There are large bruises from my fall that cover my stomach that I was not able to see previously.

"Please just get it over with..." I cry in defeat just wanting it to be done.

I start to shiver from the air around my body and I wish that this situation would come to an end quickly. My teeth start to chatter as you seem to be completely lost in a world of your own.

I'm tired. I feel that this is all a dream. This isn't real. It can't be.

You slowly shifted your eyes to meet mine as you start to pull off your dark hoodie and in return, slip it over my head.

You then walk away and out the front door.

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