Earth (Complete)

Thirty seven

A/N:

WARNING: short gory scene ahead.

Jade

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She kicked and clawed, bit, pulled and pushed. Before she could do any fatal damage, fear and adrenalin soared through my veins and I tried making a run for it. Just as I got to my feet, she yanked on my ankles and I fell to the ground with a hard thud, hitting my head on the perfectly tiled floor.

With my head spinning, and her body pinning me to the floor, I had only one solution: to suffer through the pain. I tried shielding myself best I could and waited for dad to join in on the fun. Fortunately, he didn't and let mom do the dirty work.

I waited for her to tire, pangs of pain shooting through my body as she seemed to gain energy with each hit. I could feel her tearing through my flesh, ripping the material of my tiny black dress, and breaking through my delicate skin beneath. The sound that left her lips were monstrous and it echoed in my head, vibrated my bones and made me quake with fear.

My dizzy mind drifted as I turned slightly numb, and right before I started seeing stars, right before she could completely K.O me and I heard the voice, Finish Her, dad leaped in to stop the beast from killing me.

"Mary! Mary, that's enough!" He ripped her off me and stood back, looking at me as I trembled on the ground like a tiny babe. Flashes of light passed before my eyes. I saw my mother's, filled with adrenaline and something evil, her face covered in spots of blood like some type of axe murderer and her nails and fingers dripping of it as if she'd eaten a blood orange, my skin like the tiny segments of the fruit hanging from those knives she called fingernails. Something happened then. I was lifted into the air and taken to my room.

My body pained everywhere, my skin stung like I'd just fallen straight into a fire. My head spun. Everything turned fuzzy. I felt something soft beneath me, then the soothing voice of the devil himself flowed through my ear canals, "Don't worry, sweetie." He whispered. "Everything's going to be all right now."

And then, everything went black.

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Pain. That was all I felt. I couldn't move. My limbs were frozen. My sheets were sticky and stained in dark crimson. My head felt like a brick, heavy and immovable. I glanced over the pieces of body I could see without moving.

The flesh on my arms and hands were ripped apart in thick slits of four. My legs could feel the cold from being completely exposed and my sparkly dress had missing patches of material. I didn't know how many. And if my arms looked this shitty, I can only imagine what my face looks like.

Hours passed. Or was it minutes? I didn't know how long I'd been passed out, but soon, the sun streamed into my room. The artificial sunlight crawled on my bed, twirled around like little ballerinas in orange tutus until it reached my toes and gave each one a nice warm hug. The ballerinas moved further up, pirouetting along my calves, leaping over my hectically bruised thighs, reached my ripped demon dress and died tragically in the shadows at my hips.

I lay there, looking out my enormous window as my mind wrapped around what happened last night. The event played over and over in my head, and I made sure I didn't pass out again to assure myself it wasn't just a bad dream. My parents beat me. My parents... they were no more.

I pulled myself from the bed once I could wriggle my toes. My dress practically fell off once I sat up. It was torn to shreds. How could hands and nails cause such destruction? I held it up and looked at my legs. They were covered in a rainbow of purple, green and blue.

My ribs ached like I was stabbed and I realized that was because large chunks of flesh was missing there too. I stood as soon as my head stopped swaying and dragged myself to the bathroom, a trail of little red dots following me on my way there, like a tiny minion army.

The bottom of the dress fell at my feet before I reached the shower. I removed whatever was left of my clothing, opened the shower until the water was piping hot, got in bare and naked, and let the water singe my wounds.

A river of red floated into the drain, some of it flowing out of my hair, most of it coming from my ribs, arms and scratched up cheeks. My hands and arms got the full blow from shielding my face, which explains the distribution of wounds.

After my shower, I tried covering up the open wounds best I could with the little emergency kit I had in my room but eventually gave up seeing as the cotton wrap was too little to cover every open wound and the Band-Aids were too small. I couldn't leave my room at all. The main exit was locked and I had no strength to break through anything now.

Also, I still felt exceedingly drunk. The dizziness would not end. I felt like I was hopping on and off a spinning merry-go-round. I realised it wasn't from the excess alcohol I consumed the night before; it was from loss of blood and the banging of my head when I hit the ground. I was bleeding to death.

Ah, what was a girl to do?

So I landed up on my soft warm carpet, lying in the sun, trying to warm up my cold body. It had only been about ten minutes since my stifling shower and already, the cold had snuck up on me. My blood creeped from their cuts through the fabric of my dress and painted the carpet in its beauty.

I lay in a pool of dark red, the cold slithering its way through my body, and the darkness soaring to catch up with my fleeing heart, running to stay alive. And before I knew it, the sun had disappeared again as my eyes drifted closed, and I passed out once more.

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