Esurient

Her head smashed against the cold tile. She was crying, her tears flowing down her purple and yellow face; mixing with her blood on the floor.

I can't remember a time when her milky white skin was without bruises. They were always there, the first-day red, second-day purple, third yellow. Sometimes a rare green.

He yanked her up by her caramel brown hair and she winced in pain. Was her hair always so short? I think it used to be longer, maybe. I don't know.

He dragged her to his room and she fell limp. Letting him tug and pull her like dead weight. Sometimes I thought she was dead. She would be happy then.

He slammed the door shut. The sound reverberating through the empty house.

After that the only thing I heard was grunts. She stopped making sounds long ago, I can't remember her voice.

I scrunched my face, trying to remember her voice. Something she told me once long ago. What did she say?

Oh yes, I remember.

"Don't make the same mistake I did."