Author's note: I haven't written and posted anything in a long time so I'm a bit rusty. I couldn't get this out of my head so here it is. Please review and let me know what you think. I am working on actual chapters to this. Hope you all enjoy.
Prologue
Red splatters across the vinyl canvas. "Pop! Pop! Pop! Thwack!" in quick succession echoes throughout the empty room. The only thing that can be heard is the smashing of flesh and bones while blood splashes out and drips down across the bag. Each streak measures the pain and anger felt by the perpetrator. Every impact releases another demon with more racing to take it's place. There is no relief.
As the blood splatters become uncountable she starts to slow knowing there will be no patching this up. She breathes harder as the anger swells again and she swings harder hearing a crunch but the impact doesn't register in her nerves. She knows there should be a pain in her hand but the pain in her chest is so overwhelming nothing else matters.
When the next hit lands limply she knows the burst of anger has worn off and soon the swelling and bruising will come. As she looks at her hands, the sight of which should frighten her, she finally feels like she accomplished something. Where skin should be there was just watery, bloody flesh. Knuckles that once stood proud amongst it's brothers in arms are now hidden underneath a swelling that is already turning purple with a bruise.
For the first time in a long while she smiles. The free standing punching bag has stopped dripping and now has dried strings of crimson tears. Finally, something else is crying. She vows no tears will ever touch her face again. From now on that weakness will be expelled through her fists. Where a hurting girl once stood there was now a stone shell. No more emotions. Just physical pain. The sweet release of sore muscles and torn skin is all that will be felt from now on.
Hodnes laik kwelnes.