Blue lights and bruises

chapter 4

Their bedroom was unusually bright that morning. Perhaps it was just because she had never thought about her senses much or how they shut down in certain situations.

This was one of them.

Sam wasn't listening to the footsteps echoing through the house anymore. She wasn't thinking about why the sheets of the bed had a distinct rosy sent. She wasn't thinking about anything really. Just that she was in pain and she had to leave.

She groaned as she pushed herself up off the bed. A familiar sting ran along her spine as her skin moved along with her body. The floor was hard and cold where she stood, the lack of heat brought her back to realty. A cruel reality as it was.

Stumbling silently, she made her way out the room and down the hall towards the bathroom. her pattering footsteps were almost nothing in the quiet of the house. Jay must have already left for work.

As she reached her destination she took a deep breath, knowing that with the pain she already felt the marks must be bad. The lights were already on, as usual, Sam didn't particularly like the dark so she tended to keep them on through the night in case she needed anything. The mirror on the wall definitely didn't look very inviting to her. Nor did her reflection staring back at her.

Her hair was a mess but that was normal for her. her brown eyes looked dull and cloudy staring back at her. They were also bloodshot, for a split second she wondered why. She then recalled the night before and got back to the task at hand as she knew thinking about it would make it so much worse. She walked up to the sink under the mirror and began cleaning herself up starting by dabbing cold water over her face to get rid of the redness. Then was the usual. Brush her teeth, brush her hair, vitamin tablet then done. That was the usual, as if this was a usual morning.

Time to face the music. Sam turned as slowly as she could and tried her best to stay calm as she saw the marks on her skin. They weren't bad... they really weren't good either. Angry red streaks left by jays belt patterned her back and shoulders and she almost started crying again. This had happened before, but never this bad. He always stopped before it got out of hand. That's what he told her. She deserved this for ignoring him, right?

No. She didn't. The longer she thought about it, the more the pieces fell into place. She didn't deserve this, nobody did. She was leaving. For good.

Without a second thought she slammed the door back open, almost marching to her room and gathering her things into a small rucksack. She stuffed in her clothes, toothbrush, personal items and as many books as she could carry. And as she turned on her heels to leave she smiled to herself.

"I'm done with him." Once more talking to herself "I wont come back no matter what. I deserve this. God knows i do."

And with that, she left.