Grim

Part #1: Honey you better run.

Grey's Pov:

I groaned as I attempted to lift myself off the floor of the old broken down trailer. I looked down at the stain of old blood lying on the light tan, oak wood floors,"Mmmmm....", I winced in pain as I shifted my leg. There was a huge gash of blood and puss on my lower left leg, "Dammit." I said aloud. I shifted my leg once again to try to heave myself up off the nasty floor, this had once been a beautiful room where I had painted colorful images of faces and animals and anything else. After no success of trying to get up again, I crawled over to the dog bed my "Boyfriend" had left for me to sleep on. I crawled over to it and looked down at my arms and legs, I used to be so pretty, I had long brown hair and oddly enough I had a mixture of grey and brown eyes, I had perfect curves and had the perfect amount of thickness on my body. Now the only thing I had was a small amount of fat on thighs, there were cuts and scars all over them and my wrist but, they had been given from myself. I laid down, beginning to cry, wishing that "he" would kill me. I slowly began to doze off into a place where no one could hurt me. Then I was asleep. *Time Skip*

I was woken up by the sound of the front door slamming shut, "Shit", I curled up into a ball on the dog bed and prayed that he had forgotten about me. I heard him stomped down the long hallway and stop in front of my door, "Honey.... I' mmm hom....eee", he slurred, after a bit of time of him looking for the key to unlock the door It slowly opened. He walked over to me like a wild animal hunting prey and stopped beside my tiny, white body. I had once been so tan that I looked Indian I thought to myself, he had said something but I couldn't hear him. He kicked me hard in the stomach, I yelped in pain as he jerked me up by the hair and roughly grabbed my face so I was looking into his dark brown ragging eyes. He once had soft, gentle eyes so calm that they could cause even the angriest person to become the calmest person you've ever meet. All you could see now was the rage, I began to cry and that only made him madder. He hit me hard in the face, and snapped a dog choker around my neck and hooked a lead to it. He dragged me by the lead and pulled me roughly into his room, it was cluttered and smelt of beer and cigarettes. He threw me onto his bed and pressed me down by placing his knees on my arms and sitting on my chest, he took a long drag of his cigarette and placed it in the corner of his mouth as he smirked, he smacked me again and ripped off the oversized T-shirt I had been wearing. He then placed the burning ember of the cigarette against my chest, while I winced in pain, I was used to it now, after all, he has done it a million times. He then grabbed my shorts trying to take them off, I started to try and knock him off of me and started hitting and screaming for him to get off. He grabbed an empty bottle of beer and banged it against the old, black nightstand, the bottom of the glass shattered and jammed the broken glass into my stomach and twisted it around while I screamed, blood was flowing out of me like a waterfall. After what felt like hours of torture I finally couldn't take it anymore, he picked up a whole bottle of bourbon and chugged it down, after a while his grip loosened and he went out. I realized that this was my only chance, I quickly jumped off the bed and hit the floor with a loud thump then I raced to the bedroom door, I turned my head to see if he had woken up, he stirred a bit but he seemed to still be asleep. I quickly but quietly twisted the doorknob, it opened with a small click I began to open the door of the room when he jumped out of bed and yelled, "STOP!!!" I began to book it out of the house. I felt like I was going to vomit as I ran past other run-down trailers, I heard his foot stomps pacing behind me quickly, I knew that if I stopped he'd kill me but, if I kept running like this I would die too. I ran towards the woodline I heard him call, "GREY!?!?! COME BACK!!", I kept running until I had finally reached the woodline, I tried to catch my breath. I had blood all over me and it was flowing like a river, I heard him cuss under his breath, "There you are...", I began running again only to be cut off by him, he gripped me tightly and started to choke me. "You're gonna pay for this, you little whore.", I started to fight him, he only squeezed harder I began to feel the verge of darkness flooding my bony excuse of a body. Before the darkness had completely taken over I found enough strength to fall free of his tight grasp, and ran like hell until I tripped over a hidden log. I started to fall down a steep hill and continued to roll until I hit my head hard against the roots of a oak tree, I was out cold.