Broken

Scars

It has been a long time since she had woken up with a sense of peace. She took a deep breath in on the soft pillow. She had never slept on something so comfortable, she sighs not wanting to get up yet but she felt like looking around.
She got up as she admired everything her eyes came across. Next to her was a desk with pages of music notes, her fingers tracing the paper and made their way to the head of the black acoustic. It's been a long time since she had played a single note. Her eyes shifted her gaze to the closet, it was no bigger than the room she slept in, but it was different, it was full of hanging clothes and shoes. She stepped closer to the mirror on the side of the opened door, instantly examining her features of her reflection.
The girl in the mirror stood there, mocking her every movement, she was tall, and she couldn't decide whether if her body was too thin or just the right amount. She had long scarlet hair, it went down to the back of her legs, sometimes she wished that she could cut it. Her face was perfectly symmetrical, no scratches or bruises on her face despite how many times she's been beaten, but on her back it was different, it has gotten so bad she can't even lay on it anymore.
She took of her red blouse, it was ripped at the bottom because she stretched it out so much, and dry blood on the inside from hours before the night she ran. Her pants were ripped too but it didn't matter as much. Jasper wrapped her hands around her thick mass of hair then pulled them out to the front of her, turning her back towards the mirror,and from another mirror she could see the horrors that was on her body. The skin on her back was torn apart with dried blood and dozens of older scars remained, and some parts of her back were colored with black, blue, green , and yellow. She felt like screaming, but all she could muster was a muffled sob, she always knew that it had been bad, but she had never expected that it would look like this.
Jasper sat down on the bed, her sobs were replaced with tears that streamed down her face. She couldn't breathe,  couldn't think,  not of anything but the pain. Once she started she couldn't stop and her body instinctively curled up in a ball. The noise of fast footsteps filled   her ears and Alexander's arms wrapped around her shoulders
"Hey what's wrong? " She avoided his question and looked away,  the pain on her back was too real, and the hand he had on her new scar made her want to wince in pain.  She couldn't speak,  didn't want to think,  but she was grateful that she saw him again and welcomed her back into his life. 
"Oh my God! " Alexander gasped and examined her back. "What happened? Who did this to you?" He asked in a hysterical manner. She didn't answer, her memories of her life playing over again in her head.
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Jasper winced as her sister Rosaline  silently washed the blood off of her back, it was clear too her that Rosaline didn't even want to be in the same room with her let alone clean away the blood from her wounds.
"You know he's going to do this again  tomorrow right?" Jasper whispered  as she stared at the wall absently that was covered with her blood from leaning on it.
"You know you shouldn't be talking to me. Father might punish you as soon as you walk through that door." Rosaline said and wrapped bandages around her sisters back.
"Sorry." She mutters and looks down. "If you want I can clean up the rest of my mess."
"Gladly." Rosaline left the room, leaving Jasper to clean up. She picked up the pale of soap water and a sponge in the other hand. She puts the pale down when she reaches the wall, her body sore, then dips her sponge into the water and carefully scrubbed the wall. The crimson spreads until its a light pink then  goes to nothing at all. She rings out the sponge before washing the last of it, the pain in her body replaced by exhaustion.
Jasper flops stomach first on the spring mattress and sighs, when they don't treat her like a dog they treat her like a maid. As soon as she closes her eyes her father steps in.
"What the Hell are you doing you little mutt!" He grabs her by the leather collar around her neck , her breathing faulters and she gasps for air. "What did I tell you about lying down on the mattresses?" He throws her body on the ground and she tries to catch her breath."You're pathetic! I might as well chain you  up to the doghouse!" He pulls the collar up again and the results are the same, her lungs desperate to breathe in the air and she gasps as soon as the leather loosened its grip around her neck. Her father keeps his grip on her collar as he kicks Jasper's side, creating new bruises on  top of old ones, she does her best not to cry out in pain.
"You're lucky I've already whipped you once today!" He kicked her once more, a whimper escapes her mouth as the pain spreads all over her body. He tugs on her collar once more and she is lifted up to her feet, her lungs burning. He drags her to the living room, every where else  is well furnished except for hers, that dark little room with only a mattress, her other things stayed hidden under the floor boards.
He then tugged her to the door that lead outside in the back yard, she didn't want to go, her body was naked and it was the middle of winter. She refused to walk  but he would tug on the collar, making her lose her breathe until she followed behind. The air was cold, very cold and he body was vulnerable to the elements. He pushed her off the patio and the snow broke her fall,she coughed and  pushed her arms up  then fell back down .
"Get up!" He jumped down, the earth shuddering from the thud after his feet collided with the earth. He is heavy man with an army build. "I told you to get up!" He pulled her long mass of hair, instantaneously her head moves back from the pain and lifts up. "When I tell you to do something I mean do it.." He crouched down, continuing to pull her hair back. "Do I make myself clear?" She stands up from the tugging on her collar and is dragged further down the back yard like a person caught in a storm, her body aches and she was stuck in a fit of coughing.
She is kicked face first into pond, it is not yet frozen so she goes right through the liquid surface. The water is colder than the air and she struggles to get out of it, her father holds her head down in the water, her lungs yearn for air. She can feel her body shut down, the air bubbles escapes her mouth and she sucks in the water, desperate for oxygen and all she sees now is an endless blackness when her body gives out. She is pulled out of the pond,her mouth opens as   she pukes the water from her lungs then continues to cough and gasp for air.
After that she is dragged to the dog house, her father attaching the metal chain to her collar and leaving her there for days. She shivers uncontrollably and wraps a thin blanket around her naked body. She is too big for the doghouse so she lays on her side in the glistening snow, waiting for the cold to take her away.