I woke up to my phone buzzing in my pocket. I went to get it but I gasped when I moved, pain momentarily blinding me. I dropped my head back down, catching my breath. I had no idea what time it was, my senses dulled. I was probably late meeting Noah, we always met for a least an hour before I headed to the house. I grunted in pain as I sat up very slowly. As soon as the room stopped spinning, I checked my phone. Sure enough, Noah had texted me.
dunceface: Where are you???
dunceface: Hello??????
dunceface: ...was it your mom again?
I read his texts over and texted him back.
rollingmyeyes: Yeah. I'll fix myself up and head over to the park.
I turned my phone off and limped to the bathroom to clean myself up. Staring at myself in the mirror, there was a pool of dried blood on my face and encrusted in my hair. I was scared to see the damage done to my stomach and chest but I lifted my shirt anyway. I winced at the sight, pain coursing through me.
There were so many dark and hideous bruises that it looked like dark purple was the color of my skin now. It might as well be. My head was of more concern though.
I ran the water in the sink and plugged the drain, turning it off when it was pooled enough, adding in some soap. I cautiously dipped my head into the water, scrubbing gently, pain washing over me every time I moved, causing me to cringe every ten seconds.
After washing away all the dried blood, I applied pressure to the wound for a few minutes and tiptoed into the kitchen for some ice and a sandwich bag, maybe a paper towel or cloth.
I shouldered my backpack, tears filling my eyes as I did so, and got out of that house.
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Just Another Star
Short Story⚠Abuse/suicide/death⚠ My life sucks...my mother abuses me, my sister is reckless, and my best friend is the only one to keep me alive. That is until I found my goal in life. I want to become a singer. Music saved my sanity. When my parents were scre...
