This is now

Went through war

***Thats What Lucy looks like. She was born with silver hair but she dye it brown to blend in. But she's tired of hiding. That's what Lucy would wear to kill people now. I don't own the photo.***

It's around two in the morning. I couldn't fall asleep. My body was to restless. Dallas was asleep next to me. His arm hung loosely around my waist. I get up out of bed and walk out of our room. I stumble down the hall and fumble down the stairs. I'm in a lot of pain. But I don't care I was hungry. I get downstairs and into the kitchen in the dark. I turn on the light of the kitchen and get into the fridge. I grab out an apple and close the fridge. I start to eat the apple as I feel as someone if watching me. I turn around and see a tall man behind me. I punch him in the chest and the man grabs my neck. He knocks me out.

I wake up in a open room. It was dark in there. I was chained to a post in the middle of the room. I look around and see whips nexts to me.

"You are finally awake." I voice came from the corner of the room. The man walked out into the light. It was Tony?

"What are you doing?" I growl.

"I'm going to kill you" Tony growled and grabbed a whip and smacked me hard across the face.

"I didn't do anything?" I yell and pull on my chains.

"Don't fucking lie." Tony growled and hit me again.

"I'm not." I growl.

"Yes you are." Tony yelled and hit me again and again.

The next time I wake up I'm in an alleyway. I don't remember coming here. My body was killing me now. Two beatings in one week. Wow, That's a record. I see someone come running up to me. "Lucy." Someone yelled before I pass out again.

I wake up to a light room. I look around and see Miles standing in the kitchen arguing with Kyle. I sit up and look at them.

"She's up." Miles says to Kyle and turns to me.

Kyle ran over to me and grabbed my arm. I pull my arm away from him.

"Lucy what happened? Why are you all bruised up?" Kyle yelled as he stood next to me.

"Nothing. I'll be fine. I'm going home." I say as I stand up.

"No. You're hurt. You should go to the doctors." Kyle grabbed my arm and pulled on it.

"Stop touching me." I rip my arm away from him.

"Lucy please." Kyle yelled.

"No. I'm leaving I'll be fine." I growl and walk towards the door.

"Miles make her stay." Kyle ran up to Miles and pulled on his arm.

"Let her do what she wants Kyle." Miles looked down at Kyle.

"Please." Kyle pulled harder in Miles sleeve.

"I don't control her." Miles looked at me.

I growl and walk out of their apartment. I go out onto the street and start to walk back to Dallas's house.

About a four hour walk I get back to Dallas house. The lights where on in the house. I walk through the front door and see Dallas pacing around the living room. He sees me walk in and runs over to me.

"Where did you go? What happened?" Dallas looked over me and see all my new bruises.

"Nothing. The world hates me today." I mumble and push Dallas away from me. I stumble up the stairs and into our room. Dallas stalks after me.

"Baby, what happened. Who did this to you?" Dallas asked following me into the bedroom.

"It's fine Dallas. I have everything handled." I say going into the bathroom and looking in the mirror and seeing my bruised face.

"Celeana stop lying to me." Dallas growled.

"Get out." I say back.

"What?" He asked with a growl in his voice.

"Get out. I want to clean up alone." I say tuning to look at him.

"Fine." Dally turned and walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind him.

I peal off my dirty clothes and throw them away. There's no reason to keep them. They look like they went through war. I turn on the shower and step into the boiling hot water. When the water got into my cuts it stung. But I didn't care.

"When did I start to feel pain again?" I mumble to myself. "I need to stop feeling it. I need to stop feeling anything again."

I look down at the red water that pooled into the drain. "I went through war." I mumble and start to wash up.

I get out of the shower and wrap a white fluffy towel around me. I look in the mirror. I still had a cut running over my right eye. It started right above my eyebrow and ran right down to the middle of my cheek. I pull on my clothes and combed my hair. My hair had been getting pretty long. It was all the way down to my butt now.

"It's time for a change." I mumble and get into the cabinet. I pull out the hair dye and mix it up. 

I let the dye sit for thirty minutes. I wash it out and look in the mirror after I blow dry my hair. I run my fingers through my silver hair. "I've missed this." I mumble and look in the mirror at my clothes. My wrap around shirt and my armored boots. My jacket that I sewn back together so many times.

I hear a knock on the door and the door opens. Dallas stands in the doorway looking at me. He must have used the other bathroom to shower. His hair was wet and hanging in his face. He didn't have a shirt on, his sweatpants hung low around his waist. He was also barefoot.

"Wow. What made you dye your hair?" He asked as he walked up to me and  put his hands on my waist.

"I was born with silver hair. I would dye it to blend in with the crowd." I say and tighten my knife belt.

"It looks good." Dallas smiled and kissed me.