Broken [RE-EDITED]

Chapter 13

I stood there, in nothing but my underwear, staring blankly into the mirror. I was unable to think of any words to describe what I saw, all I could think of in attempt of describing it, was Pain. Pain and brutality was etched into my body. I was filled with horror as my eyes raked over my beaten figure.

My rib cage was a deep shade of purple and I had a large bruise on my stomach. I had prominent black eye and my lip was cut open and swollen. And a small cut across my forehead with a trail of dried blood running from it down along my cheek.

They had never hit me like this before. Only slapped or pushed me into the lockers but never like this. I knew that this was the least of what I was to expect. They wouldn't leave it like that. They had looks of hate and anger as they stared me down while beating me. Their eyes were filled with such hatred that it terrified me of what they were capable of.

I sunk down into the cold hard floor of my bathroom. I continued staring at my reflection as I let the tears freely role down my bruised cheeks. They were tears of true pain and anguish. I hugged my knees close to my chest as I silently cried.

I don't know how long I spent there, but I know that I had missed dinner. I wasn't hungry.

"Fat ugly bitch!"

Fat. that word kept replaying in my mind. I looked down at my stomach, inspecting it almost. I never thought of myself as fat, or even chubby but the constant hateful comments were starting to get to me.

I slowly got up from my current position and walked slowly to the bathtub. I turned on the hot water and stepped in. I sunk back in the warm water and tried to relax. Though my body ached the hot water seemed to wash away any pain I was feeling. I know that when I wake up tomorrow the pain will still be there, but for now I feel free from it. Free from the world. Just alone with my thoughts.

I thought about a lot. My parents, their car accident, moving here, my old life. I tried to contact my old friends but they seem to have forgotten about me.

I stepped out of the now cool water into the crisp cold air of the bathroom. I carefully wrapped myself in an old towel and went to my bedroom to change. I avoided looking in the mirror on my way out. I couldn't bare to see the ghost like figure of my body.

I changed into an old woollen sweater and some leggings. I put my hair up in a messy bun and made my way downstairs. I couldn't hide up here forever after all.

I slowly and painfully made my way down the wooden staircase. They creaked with my every step. I scanned aimlessly over the walls. Taking in every detail. The cracks along the edging of the walls, the tears in the shabby old wallpaper, the old photographs of my grandmother when she was young.

As I looked over the pictures one with a dark wooden frame caught my eye. It was a picture of my mother, she looked younger but I knew it was her. I could tell by the certain facial features, the smile spread across her lips, the dimples in her cheeks and the sparkling blue eyes. I somewhat resembled her in more ways than one, but she was far more beautiful than I would ever hope to be.

A final tear slipped down my face as I left the portrait hanging in it's place.

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[RE-EDITED]

Bit of a sad chapter I think, sort of long too I guess haha. I hope you all enjoyed it. I put extra effort in to make they writing sound more descriptive. I think that's the word haha. Thanks again to all my lovely readers I am very grateful for all of you.

~Brook :) xx