Moment in Time (PLEASE DO NOT READ. I WARNED YOU)

Chapter 2

Lily’s POV

The darkness was overclouding my mind. Was I dead or not? I could feel that my body was numb. Does this mean I’m alive? I was able to see black dots dancing across my vision. I was positively sure I was alive. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. As Shakespeare himself once said, “To be or not to be, that is the question.” If I’m alive then that means I have to keep on going daily with the continuous torture. If I was dead, I could finally live with no sadness. Inside, I knew I was lying to myself. It’s a good thing I’m alive. If I was gone, what would happen to my parents? They would be lost. They wouldn’t know what to do. I can’t let that happen. I could finally feel my eyelids start to open. When they finally did, I was left in the same place I was beaten. I tried to get up but when I did, I could hear my bones cracking. I felt the bruises on my butt when I tried to get up. I slowly limped to the nearest bathroom. I didn’t have to worry about my parents. They were most likely getting drunk off their minds at a bar somewhere. I looked in the mirror and almost burst into tears. Looking into the mirror, I didn’t see myself. What I saw was far worse. Starting with my head, I touched the gashes along my face. On my forehead, there was a deep gash that didn’t even start to heal. On my right cheek, I saw bloody slashes, not even starting to form scars. Those were the worst cuts I got on my face. But all around my face, I could see little cuts, poking into my skin. It looked so scary. Looking further down, I saw bruises all over my arms. When I examined closely, I saw second degree burns all over my shoulder and hands. Looking at my jeans, I saw that there were rips in them, where the cord ripped them apart. I was so scared that I almost stopped myself from looking further. Almost. When I took my jeans off I saw red marks, where the electrical cord most likely hit it. When I tried to touch them, I flinched. My skin burned on contact with the marks. On my left knee, a layer of skin was burned off. Investigating more closely, I was able to see parts of my meat. I wanted to shriek but I bit back my tongue from doing so. My feet looked like they were shanked. It was most like the buckle of the belt that picked into my skin. I started sobbing harder and harder. My parents had never abused me like this before. My whole body looked gruesome. I was scared of myself. I wasn’t sure how I would be able to recover from this. I gradually went in the shower. But when I turned the water on, I yelped out in pain. The water was stinging the cuts. I very leisurely took a quick shower, although the pain was immeasurable. When I came out, I got dressed into a long-sleeved tee and fuzzy pajama pants. I was able to walk a little faster now.

I exited the bathroom. I was so wound up in examining myself that I completely disregarded the pool of blood on the ground. I hardly noticed it till now. 

“Oh god, what am I going to do?” I muttered quietly to myself. I walked back to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I wiped up all the blood form the ground and dropped the towel into a black plastic bag. Then, I threw it into the garbage can making sure not to show any evidence of blood. I then had to mop the area. When I was done, I questioned how I was able to do all of that work while being physically hurt. I decided to just call it a night and forget about the homework. Although, some people might have thought it’d be weird to sleep at 7:00. I have no problem with that. My body and mental health need that time to heal. I tuck myself into bed and hope that the scars and bruises will go away. But I knew it was just mindless dreaming. It even hurt to move around in bed. I felt as if my body was tenderized. I was tossing and turning. I was uncomfortable with all the pain that I felt. I decided to just sleep straight on my back. Before I knew it, I fell into a beautiful slumber. 

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“It’s like your pouring salt in my cuts

And I just ran out of Band-Aids

I don’t even know where to start

Cause you can’t bandage the damage