They stood at the door. Waiting, wishing, wanting to go somewhere else. That was all that they had wanted as children. They wanted, no, needed to get out of this place. The place that they had called home when they were kids, had turned on them. It had turned into a world of blood and betrayal.
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She gripped her brother's hand and led him into another room. In the room was the biggest surprise that she could have for him. It was her recent, and first one for that matter, boyfriend. He was staring at the siblings with his bright, red eyes. She had to tell them both something important.
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Covering it up. That is all that she could think about. The long sleeve shirts, jackets, hoodies. She even tried makeup to cover them up. What were they? Bruises. Cuts. Scars. And they were all from him.
On the streets again, she wandered for what seemed like days. To her, that was what it was. Her life had become one long, endless night. But, in the night, that was when the monsters from her mind came out.
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She knelt before her husband's hospital bed. Tears came to her eyes as she put the fresh roses in the vase and started decorating the long-term, sterile-smelling room. She put the cards next to his favorite picture of them when they were happy. "Happy St. Valentine 's Day, love."