Cimorelli - One Shots

Broken (Laurisa)

Lauren's POV

As I lay on the cold white sheets, with silent tears running down my face, unmoving and feeling the blood slowly dripping from different parts of my body. The only thing I could think about was how much I wished I had never left the comfort of my house that night.

I left my mind drift to different places. Anywhere but here.

I thought about my mom. About her sweet smell, her kind voice and her caring voice. How broken would she be if she found out? What would she do to the knowledge that the nightmare of every mother happened to her little girl?

I thought about my dad. How pissed he would be if he ever found out about what happened to me. What would he do? Would he be mad at me? Would he go after the person who did this to me?

I thought about my little brothers. Would they even understand if they ever found out? What would they think seeing me like this? I thought about their laugh, their smiles that could light up the whole world, their innocence. What wouldn't I do to leave them forever innocent like that, to never let them see the ugly things that the human being is capable of doing with each other.

I thought about Dani, my sister and best friend in the whole world, just a couple rooms away from me and completely clueless about what just happened to me. Probably having fun, playing around with her friends, confident that I had returned home safely like I said I would. How devastated would she be? Would she even care? Would she blame herself?

I thought about my older siblings. The people who always overprotected me, that I always argued with because of that. How I wish I had listened to their 'don't be alone in crowded places' 'don't accept drinks from strangers' 'call me whenever you fell something is not right in some place. Is better to be safe than sorry'. You they say 'I told you so'? Would they get a murder charge on their heads?

But it was when I thought of Lisa that I began to weep, hot, fat tears dropping from my face. When it came to me – and Dani -, my Moose was always insanely protective and never accepted the fact that 'her little infants' were growing up and she did everything for us not to come to this specifically party. Now I wished I had stayed in home, safe and sound wrapped in her arms while watching to silly little movies.

I was fully aware of the shower on the attached room I was in had stopped running a while ago and I had hurried to get dressed back up, the fear and panic giving me a rush of adrenaline that prevented me from feeling any pain as I quickly slipped my clothes back on. Then I curled up against the heard of the bed, holding my knees against my chest and staring off at nowhere.

The bathroom door opened and he stepped out. Fully dressed, clean and with wet, freshly washed hair, making the whole room smell like the same perfume my older brother used. I just knew I would never again smell it without remembering him and, for a moment, it saddened me even more, knowing a perfume I once loved so much now would always bring such a bad feeling inside my gut.

Our eyes crossed for a moment and he only shrugged it off. Like it was nothing. Like he hadn't me begging to stop just short minutes ago.

Somehow, how clean he looked made me feel sick. He looked just like he looked before, when I first saw him, smiling and playing around like the nice guy he seemed to be. He looked just as clean as he did just an hour ago and I felt like I could never be anything but dirty again. I felt filthy, empty. And he looked just fine.

I didn't want him to look at me, but the way he simply looked past me, not even uttering a single word, and walked out of the room, that made me feel even more as a big nothing. I heard the door closing behind him, brought my hand up to my face and wept, my breath ragged and my whole body shaking.