TRIS POV
"get up you blithering idiot" I hear Marcus scream. Slowly I try to rise with what little energy I have left. I turn around and he gives me an expectant look as if I know what he wants me to do. I take of my shirt and turn around. I know what is going to happen next but I still have to brace myself for the pain. I feel the belt hitting my back again and again. Over and over each time creating a new lash, a new cut, a new scar. Just another mark of how broken I truly am. The pain slowly becomes normal and I see black on the edges of my vision.
The next morning I wake up nude on the floor in the middle of the hallway in my house. My body is covered in dried blood and blue and purple bruises. I know that there is no way that I can get away from cutting today so I walk (more like hobble) over to the bathroom and turn on the water. I get in the water and the heat dulls the pain into a dull throb instead of intense pain. I put on a pair of black leggings and a large gray sweater. Appropriate clothes to wear on a day like this, well put together but hides all of the flaws and scars on my back wrists and most of my body.
I get downstairs at 7:35, right as Marcus walks out of the house. I am frozen until the door is closed and he has driven at least out of the neighborhood. I run down the stairs grab my bag, phone, and sketchbook. Then I run. I run to Tobias's house. I don't have to run all the way tos his house before I see his harley driving up the street at 75 miles an hour. When he sees me he stops dead in his tracks.
"I'm ok" I say. He looks at all of the bruises that cover my face, neck and wrists.
"No you are not" he says in reply.
