SHEATHED

Things Fall Apart.

Her eyes roamed all over her mirror image neglecting her growling stomach that woke her up in the first place. She couldn't say this was the first time she's seen this. The fact is, she's seen this one too many times. A slight bruise around the eye, lips so dry it's split open in tiny different places , swollen jaws, its become a very common sight. A sight she craves, a sight she adores, a sight she believes, is worth living for. Looking down she notices the light almost pinkish red on her thigh. With a fatigue filled voice, its something barely of a whisper when she says, "Well that's certainly going to leave a scar".

Today the scar wasn't even created on intention. A very clumsy movement on her part resulting in stumbling into her glass table. Nothing too odd about that. What's odd though is why she's feeling the pain tenfold. You see, normally, when she hurt, she'd shrug, get into an ice bath and it's a done deal for her. Not today though; today it hurt like a bitch. Pain shot up her thigh , hitting her so deep between ribs and neck veins all the way to her head. This was what she deserved .

She stood for a while taking in sharp breaths waiting for the pain to subside. Her blood was not even enough to flow for ten minutes non stop. Maybe I should eat something she thought to herself. She couldn't remember the last time she emptied her bowels or even more importantly drank a glass of water not to talk about peeing. This is not because she did not have but because she simply could and didn't want to.

She made her way to her rather lavish bathroom in steady steps and then not so attractively dropped her sore body into a bath of numb greatness. Her first thought was to sigh and relish in the cold as usual but this time she felt it too and it sent a wave of shock right down her spine making her take sharp breaths and for the first time in two months, she didn't want to be in that bath for more than fifteen minutes. As quickly as she could muster, she got out and dove straight for a hot shower and it burned but she stood still until her body adjusted to the temperature.

Twenty minutes later , she's tumbling down her empty stairway straight for her kitchen in just a towel because her stomach won't stop grumbling and shooting little pins at her walls and its certainly no surprise to her that all cabinets come out empty. She let's out a frustrated grunt when she feels the cold air hit her skin from different angles. She wonders why she's feeling so much all of a sudden. She's never felt her body pains, never felt hunger or thirst, never felt the cold although she never put on her heater. She never felt all this so why now?

This was the most closure she's had. Two months of great solitude where there was no one to inconspicuously cause her more pain than she already felt. Two months of nothing. No feeling whatsoever and all of a sudden her growling stomach awakes every muscle in her?
At this point, she knew that something was definitely wrong with her but did she want to find out what?

Did she feel enough to care?