The sky was a deep black whipped with a light blue. The air was cold and thin. It made me feel light headed like I was going to have a heart- attack. Suddenly a rush of nausea hit me like going over a colossal hill on a roller coaster after eating at a fast-food restaurant. Then the sky closed in and the world went blank.
I woke up in a dark room, still in a daze. I heard faint familiar voices speaking, crying, "My baby, my baby!" All my senses woke up when I stood. I realized the room had some light coming in from the open door. The smell reminded me of dry coconuts and medicine. I could taste the left over cleaning solution left hanging in the air. As I tried to walk further from the bed, wires stopped me from venturing.
Right then I knew where I was. I was trapped in a hospital, covered in accumulated bruises, scars and dried up blood.
I let out a faint cry as my mind wandered back to that night, to the hours someone made a reason for me to end up here, in this room trapped under stabbed skin and internal scars.
Chapter One
It all started with the sun waking me up for another day of school. Covering my skin with layers of foundation and putting on all of my apologies began my day. Then as I headed off to school I let out my fears and cried. When I entered the building I was scared my boyfriend would spot me. I hurried as fast as possible to my first class and hoped he wouldn't beat me there. I lasted a few feet and then my nightmare began.
"Where were you last night?" My boyfriend said in a low ,loud, mean whisper.
My heart started beating so loud, my eyes began to tear up, and I started to say, "I….."
He interrupted me with a tight grasp around my puny arm and dragged me to a dark, isolated, corner outside. There my fears of him hurting me again would turn into another step towards death for someone else.
Before he could touch me, my close friend, Tyler, came to my silent scream for help. "Hey, Tory!" Tyler said showing his bright green eyes. As he looked over at my boyfriend that says he loves me but his compassion is a fraud, Tyler's beautiful spark, fell to a glare that gave me the impression that he didn't meander over here for a petty reason. There was a way that he said "Hi, James" that turned his hate for our being together into anger for not stopping the bruises. I knew from the first time Tyler looked at me he saw the scars and knew.
It sickens me that James can act all friendly in public and then cause mayhem for his family, or even worse his past girlfriends and me. Every time I think of him I can't bear to look at myself because I know he's trapping me into his death web like tuna in a can. So tightly that he makes me think he's the only good guy out there but he's not the only good guy out there. He's not even one of those good guys. He's a mean, careless, horrid boy who thinks he's a lot more of a gentlemen than all the buffoons that act zany all the time, but he's not better he's worse. James is just a guy who doesn't know a good thing when he's got one and I'm just his dog on a leash. I'm a puppy who dreams of a better life, one without abuse and one without James.