It Only Takes One

One

Harley:

I stared up at the ceiling, dull and uncomforting. Everything was dull and uncomforting. The room was in all different shades of black, very little light was allowed in through the tears in the curtains. Three chairs which were once bright and useful, were now old and worn out, thrown under a dented, wooden table. Nobody ever used them. There had been a fourth, but it was lost somewhere in a moving truck. Once there was so much life in here, but that had all vanished. All the happy memories, gone. They weren't important. And neither was I.

There I layed, motionless on the cold, marble floor. A body curled in an unatural position. I could hear my heart beating unsteadily. Thump, Thump. Thump. My entire body ached with numbness. My back bruised, and my ribs crushed. I couldn't move. I was in agony. My brain was telling me to get up and fight back, but my body said otherwise. I tried to drag my weak body away, my arms trembling. Another forceful kick to the stomach, I crashed back down. A tall, well-built man stood over me, he was a shadow who belonged to the dark. Another shadow of a slender woman, slowly pulled out a chair and sat on it, watching on. Beforehand, she had been stood in the doorway like a silhouett of the night. Watching. Waiting. But she never helped me or told him to stop, even when I cried out in pain. Another punch. Another kick.

Then it stopped. Just like that, both shadows walked out of the room, as if nothing had happened. As if this was ordinary. A semi-concious body lying in the middle of the room. Not what most people would say Is their ordinary life. My breaths were uneven. I was gasping and choking on the air which surrounded me. My eyes felt heavy - starting to close, the life escaping from my body with every breath. There I lay in a puddle of blood. My blood.