Diana's Savoir | l.t.

Chapter 1 - Bruises

*Diana's POV*

I wake up and groan, the beating from last night still fresh on my mind -- and my skin. I rub the back of my neck before standing up and groaning. It did not feel good leaving the comfort of my bed. I trudge over to the mirror and stare at the reflection of the dead girl walking. When did this happen? He used to be so sweet and gentle. If I let out any sign of discomfort or fear he was right there to take it away. But that was then, and this is now.

I stare at the black eye, already definite. The eyes that used to be full of life. I stare at the bruises down my arms, different shades of purple. The skin that used to be so white and fair it looked like porcelain. I look at the small frame of myself that once used to muscular. I sigh and sit down as I start applying makeup to my face. Brandon says I'm not pretty without it. He says I have to put it on or I'll be questioned about my bruises.

I sit there looking at the new reflection that looks back at me in the mirror. My eyes slowly trail over to his reflection. Sometimes I wonder how he can sleep at night with the disgusting things he does. Of course he's still asleep. He never does anything. Well I guess he "supports" me even though he has such a tiny income it leaves my parents paying most the stuff.

See, that's another thing. My parent's think I'm out every day looking for a job but, sadly, I'm either out running errands or at home keeping up the house. I'm not allowed to get a job -- Brandon's rule. I'm barely able to leave the house without getting yelled at.

I sigh and look out the window at the bird that's landed. I smile and watch him peck at the sill, looking for any sign of food. Sometimes I wish I was a bird. Then I could just fly away and Brandon would never be able to harm me again. He could never find me or catch me. Watching the bird peck for food reminds me of how hungry I am and my stomach growls. With no dinner last night and no breakfast yet it's a surprise I have any energy left at all.

I trudge down the stairs to the kitchen. I look through the cabinets to see most of the empty. I knew I haven't been able to go shopping in a while but it couldn't be this long! I open the fridge and see one apple and a bit of salad. I sigh and grab some money from the drawer. Of course this is the only money I have access to because "you're just a female. you know nothing about finances." I shake my head, trying to get his voice out of my head.

The howling of the wind brings me back out of my thoughts. Food. That's what I need to avoid another beating. I slide on my shoes and grab my coat, wrapping it around myself. I walk outside and take in a deep breath before I start walking. It's a 300 step walk to the grocery store. I know because I've walked there this many times. Yes - walked. I'm not allowed to drive because I might try to escape Brandon says and he can't have that. I sigh and pull my jacket closer around myself, preparing to face the cold.

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Well there you go. Chapter 1 down. I can't wait to actually write this story.