"Please stop!" She whimpered as he pushed the blade deeper into her skin. He laughed every time she cried out in agony. Thick, red blood was now oozing out of her pale white skin and pooling onto the cold marble floor. The metallic taste of her own blood was starting to form in her mouth. "I hate you" was all she managed to whisper before the darkness clouded over her.
As Alyx sat up in her bed, she clung onto her red silk sheets. Silent tears were rolling down her cheeks. She was trembling. Her midnight black hair hung in sweaty drapes around her face. She couldn't breathe. She forced her trembling, petite body into the fedal position. Her chest was burning. She dug her nails into her palms, tearing at the skin. Only when she felt blood did she stop.
Time after time, Alyx awoke that night. After tossing and turning in her bed for over an hour, did she finally leave the comfort of her bed and head to the bathroom. She whimpered as her feet touched the cold tile.
"Fucking winter" she muttered to herself as she started the water to her bath. As she poured her mother's favourite vanilla bubble bath into the steaming water, she noticed her bare back in the cracked mirror.
At the bottom of her back, there was a gash. Scarred forever on her skin. Forever and always.
Just thinking about it made her tremble. She lowered her aching body into the water. She dunked herself into the water, only coming up to the top once her lungs stung. As she came up gasping for air, she laughed to herself.
As she watched the candle's flames dance in the air, she looked at the marks on her alabaster skin. Self-inflicted wounds lined up her arms, like troops. Each one daring to go just that much deeper. On her back and stomach were the deadliest ones. They were caused by him.