Moon Child {Slow Updates}

Mono

The slap of the belt was all I could hear along with my own cries of pain. As much as I struggled and cried though, it doesn't hurt much anymore. At this point it's more of a habit out of fear. The belt was standard for him but it's what was after that I never knew.

"Please stop!" Screaming, thought I knew he won't listen. Crying, though I know no one else can hear. I got no verbal response and with the blindfold I couldn't see what was being done. It got terribly quiet. I didn't hear a thing, not even foot steps. If it stayed quiet long enough I bet I could hear someone drop a pin from across the world.

Suddenly, I felt a tightness around my neck. It continued to get tighter and tighter till I could no longer breath, no longer scream. All I was able to do was gasp as if I was getting any air at all. Before long, everything went dark.

"Hey, get up." I heard a voice. I couldn't recognize it. "Miss, can you hear me?" Who the hell was it? Slowly I open my eyes to a bright room and a woman above me in blue scrubs. A nurse. More noises pierced my eardrums. The busy noises of a hospital.

"Hm..." I could only groan. I felt like a weight was just sitting on me. I didn't want to move.

"Oh, good. Miss, can you speak." My eyes continue to blink rapidly without my consent. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Licking my lips I try again.

"Yea..." I croak. I sound like I haven't spoken in years. My mouth was dry and my voice was hoarse.

"Good, good." The nurse smiles at me and checks my vitals. "What's your name?" She asks. I'm assuming this is just the formalities to make sure I don't have amnesia.

"Sumi." I whisper. My eyes finally adjust to the light and stop blinking.

"And how old are you?"

"Twenty-four." I answer her annoying questions. All I want is some water right now.

"Alright. Can I get you to sit up?" She smiles at me. At least she's nice and not someone to just fuck everything up. I nod as she puts an arm under mine with the other under my back and helps to lift me into a sitting position. It makes me dizzy for a minuet but eventually calms down. "I'll be back with some ice chips. You must be pretty thirsty."

I nod and watch her leave. I look at my surroundings noticing all the wires and IV's hooked to me. I start to notice all the yellow, purple, and brown bruises over my arms along with burn marks. There were cuts along my wrist that I don't feel ashamed of anymore, some deep, some shallow, and some apparently needed stitching. I didn't want to know what my legs looked like.

"Here ya go sweetie." I jump whipping my head around at the nurses voice who stops in her tracks. "I'm sorry to have scared you." She looks worried. She must know what happened to me. I shake my head and hold my hand out for the cup. She smiles concerned and hands it to me. I grip the cup with as much strength as I could, which wasn't much as I almost drop it but the nurse still had a hold of it.

As soon as it was safely in my hand, I tip it back on my lips feeling the relief of the cold ice on my lips and tongue that seemed as if they were burning.

Doctors and nurses made their way in and out of my room, checking vitals, checking my mental state, asking questions. I just want to be left alone. It wasn't till late that night they discharged me. Thank god.

"You have somewhere to go right, hun?" The nurse that had been in my room as I woke up asked. She genuinely seemed to care. Maybe she's had similar experiences. I only nodded even knowing I didn't. I'll figure it out.

My ex had been caught and arrested for domestic violence so I could always go back to his apartment but I don't want to be there. I didn't want to see the things he used on me. I sigh and walk out the hospital emergency doors feeling the cold air whip at my hair. Thank god whoever grabbed me clothes also got my hoodie.