Purple Blood

Fading

The next morning, I was woken up by soft knockings on the door. The door then swings open to reveal Mallory. She was here to send my breakfast to me and to also change my bed sheet, which I had dumped it on the floor before I went to sleep a few hours ago because it was, filthy.

Seeing me struggling to even sit up from bed, Mallory brought the food to me instead.

With a worried look on her face, she sets the tray on the nightstand and popped a few painkillers into my mouth along with some water. I laid in bed in pain, squeezing my eyes shut for another 15 minutes before the pills starts taking its effect, feeling Mallory's eyes on me the whole time.

She helped me to the armchair so I can eat there while she does her job.

"So Mallory, you've been assigned to take care of me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yepp and apparently I'm the only one that is allowed to enter or even go near your room"

"Hmm she probably just wants to keep me hidden from everyone else"

"Considering what you have just told me about the rules she told you, it's very likely"

I let Mallory continue with her job while I stare at the cracking fire, mind wandering to the events from just a few hours ago. I didn't tell Mallory anything about what Venable did to me last night, I couldn't bring myself to. I also didn't tell her about me leaving my room yesterday as I figured it wasn't necessary and the lesser she knows, the safer she is.

She left my room after completing her cleaning chores. As soon as the door closes, the room returns to its peaceful state once again. Watching the dancing fire, my lids were slowly getting heavier so I decided to just head back to bed since I couldn't leave the room during the day.

I threw myself onto my bed, inhaling the smell of fresh sheets, looking at the glass salve container on my nightstand that Mallory had brought for me. She did offer to help me apply it on my back moments ago but I rejected her offer.

Of course I know that the salve would help me with my recovery from the mess on my back but the thought of having to strip myself down into my underwear in front of someone else, especially someone who's so pure and has been treating me with such kindness, suffocates me.

I feel so dirty, so embarrassed of myself. My heart feels hollow and empty. My dull eyes, empty and dry with tears no longer forming. 

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul but perhaps my soul is no longer there anymore.