I Don't Need Saving

My cole black hair falls down to my waist in tight curls as I stand from my fluffy bed and wrap my green robe around myself. The floor is cool on my feet as I make my way to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, my blue eyes shine bright against the contrast of my coffee colored skin. Slowly, I start braiding my hair, carful not to pull out the stitches I put in the night before. My blue eyes still show the life of the girl I once knew, a girl that had no worries, other then 'What party am I going to tonight?', only now those bright blue eyes are lined by a fading bruise, at least the swelling has gone down. Once finished with my hair, I slowly shuffle back into the small room, the cement floors make the room seem so much smaller, the cement walls don't help much either though. My room is dark, as always. There are no windows, only a door that leads to them. The door that you never want to be forced out of. This room may be small and dark, but this room is safe. I want out of here, I need out of here.