I just had this idea, im not really sure if ill make a whole story about it, let me know what you think!
Prologue
As she flicked the switch, she closed her eyes. The bright light was hard on her eyes after being outside in the dark. She opened her eyes, and looked in the mirror. She could only think of the pain. Her blue eyes looked torn... They were different. Almost, gray. Lifeless. Cold.
She turned around and looked at the scratches along her shoulder blades. They weren't as bad as they felt, but that's probably because her emotions were out of control. A small scratch ran from the bridge of her nose, to underneath her right cheek bone. When she saw the bruises that lined her neck, that's when the tears came. She felt her eyes brim with tears, tears that would never relieve the pain. She tried desperately to hold them in, but it was no use, they slid slowly down her cheeks as she sobbed quietly. She grabbed to edge of her bathroom sink with her hands, and allowed herself to slouch forward and rest her head against the mirror. She watched as her tears dropped, one by one, into the sink. They eventually made their way to the drain, and were sucked down.
She looked at her reflection. Who could do something this terrible? Who could do this, and then shrug it off, as if it were an accident? She stood up straight, wiped the tears from her cheeks, and walked out of the bathroom. As she walked down her hallway, she could only think of calling one person. Booth. She wanted to tel him all about it. And yet, she didn't. How could she tell him? He might help, but it would only make her have to relive the moment, once again. As if it wasn't the only thing in her mind. She just wanted the memories to fade, to disappear. Would she ever be able to forget?
She picked up the phone with a trembling hand. Hesitant to press the numbers, she just stared at it. Call him. Don't call him. Do it. Don't. Why couldn't she bring herself to touch any buttons? She turned toward the small clock that sat on her end table. 1:24 am. He would be asleep. She couldn't wake him, not tonight. Why was this so hard? She held onto the phone, grasping it tight in her hands as she leaned against her wall, and slid to the floor. She wrapped her arms around her legs, hugging them. She rested her chin on the top of her knees, and let her hair hide her face. Why couldn't she talk to him? She wanted to, she really did.
It was just too much.
She stood up, and checked to make sure her door was locked. It was. But she didn't feel safe. She never could feel safe again. She went back to her bathroom, and turned on the shower. She shrugged off her clothes, ignoring the pain of dried blood that had fused to the fabric, and stepped inside. The hot water burned her wounds, but it didn't bother her. She sat down on the floor of her shower, and looked at her palms. Two large cuts were on both her hands. They were deep. It hurt to grab things. She clenched her fists, and leaned her head backwards to lean on the tiled wall of the shower. She closed her eyes as hot water ran over her face.
She couldn't handle it.
Why her?
She felt her eyes water for the second time that night.
How could she handle going to work the next day? Like this... How could she even go outside again?
Once she Had finished her shower, she put on loose fitting sweat pants and a long sleeved shirt. She entered her bedroom, the light was on. She turned it off. Suddenly, everything was scarring her. Her closet, her window, the floor, her bed even. She quickly turned her light back on, breathing a sigh of relief when everything looked safe again. She climbed into bed, pulled her covers up to her chin, and closed her eyes. She couldn't escape it. The darkness was everywhere. It was there when she closed her eyes. Outside her window. Under her bed. Everywhere.
She opened her eyes, and turned towards her lamp. She stared at it, hoping to find comfort in its light.
This was going to be a long night.
The next chapter will be longer, and have dialogue. So, what do you guys think?