Blind Date

Marian's POV

I lie in my bath of blood. Nobody here to help me or save me. I can't move, nor can I think. It hurts me to think that everybody is good and nothing will ever hurt me. That was all a lie. I promise I won't ever let anybody do this to me anymore. I never asked for it in the first place, but things just happen. I hear some footsteps around me.

"Get off the floor!" Someone scolded.

"I-I can't get up! How about you help me?" I stammered.

"Stop lying, dummy and get up." They said again. The voice sounded familiar. It was a high pitched woman's voice. It could only be my mother.

I try getting up, but it's impossible. My body is glued to the floor. That was a really bad beating. My mom walks off. I hate her sometimes. She always walks away when I need her the most or when she feels like I'm not important to her anymore. I start to cry and just lie there. Nothing could be worse than having parents who don't care about you and nobody like you. I wish I had support like my friends. Their parents are always around and they actually try to be in their life.

I try to roll over, but it's not working. I keep trying and trying until I am lying on my stomach. I bend my knees and they can at least bend. I then make it so I can get up. I get up and look into the mirror in my room. My shirt is ruined all because of him. And I thought he wasn't like the others, but I guess not. I guess I have to change.

I go into my closet and grab another outfit. I go to the bathroom, strip, and get in the shower. I let the hot water run all over my bruises. I might be cringing at the pain, but I don't care. I need to get rid of all the things that are unhealthy to me.

"Everything is going to be alright." I say to myself. "Nobody could hurt you when you are in here. None of your exes will ever be able to find you." I wince at that last part. What if they do find me? I don't allow myself to find the answer to that one. I turn off the water and get out. I put on my clothes. I keep my hair how it was earlier because I was too lazy to actually do it.

I walk downstairs and find my brother on the computer. I stand behind him and look at what he's doing. He's playing a stupid game. All of a sudden, a skype request comes up for me.

Notes

Had to rewrite the first chapter. Hope you like it.