No Good For You (Matt Espinosa)

What the sweet mother of-

______Kale's P.O.V.______

I open one eye, afraid of the state I may be in. But what surprises me is that I'm not dead, and I don't appear to be dieing on the outside, except my bloody and bruised body. But im used to that.

I prop myself up on one elbow, my muscles screaming in protest, and look around at my surroundings. I am in a black sheeted bed, under a large black comforter. The walls are almost a neon white, and the door on the side of the room is jet black. There is a dresser to the right of me, and a T.V. on the wall, but there are no posters or anything. A nightstand with an alarm clock sit to the left of the bed.

I reach for it, and flip it around, revealing the time:

12:30 pm.

Oh, I must've recovered quickly if I only woke up the next morning. I've slept longer after attacks that have been done before. I raise my eyebrows and then groan, before laying back down.

I close my eyes, before sitting back up. "Ahh" I exhale deeply, holding my forehead with one hand, realising I sat up too fast for my own good. I force a slight laugh at myself and roughly swing my feet over the side of the bed, before looking down at my clothes.

Gross.

What isn't covered in blood is either ripped, sweaty, or muddy. And what bothers me is I dont really know how the hell mud got on me. I furrow my brow and stand up, swaying slightly. I attept to walk,and then I stumble, about to fall, but I catch myself on the wall, hyperventilating deeply.

"Need help?"

I freeze, my aching muscles tensing up,

"Wha-What?" I say, keeping my gaze on my hand, that is firmly holding onto the dresser.

"I said, Need Help?" the voice behind me seems closer, but also softer. It's not a female voice, and it seems familiar, so I tilt my head, much like a dog does.

"I-I dont, don't need h-elp" I stutter, squeezing my eyes shut. The voice doesnt sound like my step-fathers, but im not one to open up to anyone, even if their voice says something in a soothing tone, they could still easily hurt me.

"You seem like you do...C'mon, let's get you back into bed.." a hand rests on my shoulder, and another tries to lead me back to the bed, but as soon as they touch me, I collapse.

"P-Please, Please don't h-hurt me" I stammer, holding my arm up to block any blow that may come at me, intending on using my forearm to block it.

"I'm not going to. You're safe " I open my right eye, and my breath catches in my throat. Black hoodie, tall, strong looking. I dont even look at his face. He's going to hurt me. Let alone kill me. I recoil further into the ground, and I tense up further, my aching muscles starting to burn.