"You're my healing..." I whispered.
"And you're my mind kind of broken, Dimples." He answered immediately.
***
It only took five boys to make her feel whole again.
They're the perfect circle.
They completed her.
I twist around in bed trying to find a comfortable position. To no avail, I couldn't, so I lay on my back staring at the ceiling.
Today's Saturday and I have absolutely nothing to do.
As per usual.
I think I might spend the day at the hospital with Xavie. I usually spend my Saturdays home either reading or stare at my ceiling depressingly. So, today's a change I guess, since last year I haven't spent a Saturday out of the comfort of my home.
I pushed the blanket off of my body and swing my legs to the side of the bed. A yawn left my lips as I stretched. I quickly glance at the clock to see that it's around 7:30 AM, I have a couple hours before I could leave.
I walk downstairs to the kitchen, opening the cupboard to find ingredients for breakfast. I am only greeted by the empty cupboard.
ItslikeI'mtheonlyonethatliveshere.
I guess I had to go shopping.
I made my way back up the stairs again but instead of heading to my room, I went to mom's.
Surprisingly, I found Dad in the room. Both of them sleeping peacefully. I didn't bother to wake them up so I tip-toed towards the nightstand and grabbed her purse. I ruffled through it for some cash and took the credit card she normally used when we went shopping together. I placed the purse back on the nightstand and made my way out.
"August?" Mom groggily called out my name. I froze and slowly turn around
"Yes mom?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Nothing, I just came for the credit card to buy some food. The kitchen is almost empty." I said showing her the card. "I'll be back soon."
I didn't wait for her reply, I just swiftly move out of their room to mine. I took out some comfortable clothes to wear, which consist of a black leggings and a long sleeve, loose grey blouse. I had always love long sleeve. It made me feel safe, it made me feel like no-one was judging me. I am sure if I was to wear short sleeve everyone would.
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I made my way to the bathroom and began to strip. I moved towards my ceiling to floor mirror and look a look at my body, my stomach to be exact.
They were scars. Everywhere. Both visible and invisible.
He had done this to me
He made me look like this.
And I hate every fiber that made him.
Before my anger could consume me and memories come flooding back, I move away from the mirror. I step in the shower and turned the tap on, making the water sooth my nerves.
