I have no idea what the fuck this is or where it came from but this happened. Insomniac has benefits sometimes. This entire thing is like 3,500 words or something like that. I wrote this really early in the morning and on my iPod. SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES!!!
BOLD AND ITALICS ARE HER MEMORIES/FLASHBACKS!
ITALICS ARE HER THOUGHTS!
Summary:
Nix was in an abusive relationship before she moved to Colorado. She broke up with her abusive boyfriend, Joseph, right before she left. She still has the bruises from the last 'beating session' right before they broke up. She uses makeup to cover up the bruises on her face during the day, but the first night she arrives, she decides to take a midnight walk. She doesn't bother to put on the cover up, because she is starting a new life here and those experiences are in her past. Plus she was kinda tired and figured that she wouldn't meet anyone out there. Not many people just decide to go for midnight strolls around the tiny neighborhood park the live 2 blocks away from.
She ends up sitting down on one of the swings on the playground, and starts crying. She swears that this will be the only time she cries over her lost love and her former life. After tonight, she's going to move on [and hopefully even find someone new, but in a while. She's just gotten out of a relationship, and an abusive one at that, so she isn't going to dive right into a new relationship just yet.]
Lets dive into the drabble!
Nix's POV:
I had just arrived at the small park we now lived by. It was beautiful at night, the sliver moonlight trickling down in between the leaves to create a small glowing pathway. As I walked along, I thought of what had happened before now. It had been going on for almost half a year when Kat received the letter that told us we had to move.
I could still remember his shouted words that were dulled and slurred by the amount of alcohol that was circling in his bloodstream.
"Bitch!"
"Slut!"
"Fuck up!"
"Why are you still here? You should just do the world a favor and kill yourself. Then we could all truly be happy. No one would have to drag your useless ass around."
"Do it. Just kill yourself. Make the world happy. Maybe then you'll be able to see your father again. He wouldn't want to see you though. Who could ever be proud of suck a useless slutty waste of space like you. I bet that's why he killed himself. To get rid of you so he could finally be happy."
I shivered at the thought, each new harsh insult bringing tears to my eyes. I also remembered the beating that came after those painful words. The kicks and punches almost didn't faze me anymore. He was mainly focusing on my stomach and arms, but slowly progressed upwards. He slapped and punched me, giving me a decent black eye and an assortment of different sized and colored bruises that littered my face.
I had been wandering aimlessly, reflecting on the past, and now found myself nearing a kids playground. It was complete with a jungle gym, merri-go-round, multiple see-saws, and a swing set. I settled myself into one of the seats that wasn't tangled up or half broken off of the piece of playground equipment, and sunk back into my memories once more.
It had seemed like it was just going to be a normal beating until he started trying to rip my skinny jeans off. I started and began screaming at him not to, to reconsider. I'd be moving away, I had said. I'd be gone. He wouldn't have to see me anymore. But he either ignored me or couldn't hear me over his drunken rage.
