Drip
Drip
Drip…
The blood cascaded down the face pressed against the floor. The tears mixing with the blood left a puddle underneath her body. Her cries could be heard from downstairs but no one came to her aid. There was no other sound in the house; she strained to make sure it was not a trick to get her to come out. When it was clear that no one was in the house, she lifted her tattered body from the floor. It seemed as if the door was not getting any closer, no matter how much she limped toward it.
The time she reached the bathroom the blood that flowed down her skin left dark stains on the carpet. Once inside, she stepped out of her torn clothes which soaked up the blood like a sponge. She turned the shower on and felt her body relax to the warm sensation the water was causing to her bruised up body. When she was finally done she wrapped her body up in bandages and stepped out of the bathroom like nothing happened that night. 'Tomorrow will be a new day and no one will know about the hell I went through tonight', she thought.
