Every part of me hurts..... I can't even move without shaking so I layed there for as long as I could, hurting and crying. Most of my body was filled with bruises or little cuts and my hair was tangled up. My makeup was Staind on my face after it poured down with tears I let out. After a while of laying there the more I felt used, hated, pathetic, and weak so I tried to gather up my strength and moved my arm toward the red small box laying in the floor close to were I was. I pulled it to me and opened the top of it revealing 4 cigarettes tilting on there side. I grabbed one and placed it in my mouth. Still shaking I slide my hand inside of my pocket, pulling out a plain green lighter. I lift my head just enough to light the end of the cigarette. As I took a puff of the cigarette I felt my body agree but my brain didn't. I smoked till there was no more white of the cigarette. Still I layed there and more and more thoughts flooded my head. Finally I decided to get up. I sat up with pain and turned slightly to grip my bed I then pull up with my arm and hold my side with the other. I was like a slug after I managed to stand on two feet.
Right when I stood up the door opened revealing a blond skinny but shaped nicely girl with a look of discust. She quickly came to my side and said with a stern voice, "Who the Fuck did this Z, it have better not have been him agian because I swear I'll kill him. This is the worst I've ever seen you. But yet your still beautiful even when your fucked up. It's ok tho, let's just get you cleaned up." She had my arm around her to get me to the bathroom. I didn't say much when things like this happed and she knew that so she usually talked for me but this time she was quite. After stepping over glass and object in the floor we got to the bathroom and she slowly sat me on the toilet and got on her knees infront of me. "It'll be ok I Promise" After she said that she grabbed my hands and held them between her fingers and looking up at me with a worried look. We stayed like that for a min but I enjoy it, it was satisfying and calming.
After sitting there a minute she stood up and got a washcloth, tweezers, and a brush. She wet the washcloth with warm water then she removed my shirt and pants. I knew her for so long I trusted her with anything and it didn't matter to me if she saw my naked body.
She then unfasten the back of my bra and slowly pulled it off. After doing so she maneuvered my underwear off but yet she was still slow at it. After doing this she gave me a warm smile to make me feel comfortable and it worked. She helped me up and layed me in the tub and she started the wram water. After the tub was filled she turned off the water and started to pull glass out of my skin with the tweezers. Getting all pieces she could she cleaned and wiped off makeup, blood, and anything dirty. She then ran her fingers through my hair with soap and tried to get the tangles out. After all of this she washed me off then dried me off after pulling me out of the tub. She picked clothes for me and helped me put them on. I was getting my strength again. She moved me to my room and sat me on the edge of the bed. She then tried to pick up some of my room so I or her wouldn't step on anything. She then grabbed the brush and brushed my hair very slowly so it wouldn't hurt so much. I always was amazed that she knew what to do or say in tough situations like this. I wouldnt know what to do with out her. She then was finished with my hair and stood infront of me and looked straight in my eye. I hated this part. "So tell me, what happened."
