I was dreaming, because I can't be 17 and sit in the morgue with my parents' bodies.
"You killed them you know," said a voice in my head. A vision of Justin flashed before my eyes.
"You did it, you brought this on yourself."
My parents sat up on the morgue tables, their blank eyes staring at me.
"Why did you kill us?" they signed in unison.
"No, no, no, I'm dreaming. I didn't kill my parents; I didn't bring this on myself. I'm dreaming." I thought to myself. I shut my eyes and willed the nightmare to go away.
When I opened my eyes I saw nothing, it was pitch black. A voice right next to my ear, that whispered and shouted as one, spoke to me.
"I can't wake up!"
I shot up in my bed, terrified and drenched in sweat. I looked out the window and saw that it was mid-morning. My alarm hadn't gone off and I was late to school. Damn it I thought violently. Swinging my legs out of bed my head spins when I see the blood that has stained the sheets and my skin.
Suddenly I'm hit with everything that happened in the night. I had forgotten somehow. Maybe this is why I had nightmares, I thought giddily. I stare at the mess that my body has become and start giggling madly. I fall over on the floor and am struck with a sharp pain; this causes me to giggle even harder. Suddenly I realize that everything hurts. Everything in my body and my mind, my mad giggles turn into great sobs that rack my body with even more pain.
I feel something drop onto the floor and I freeze, my eyes flickering to and fro trying to spot the origin of the motion. The sudden realization that Justin may still be in the house strikes me and my mind staggers with the fear that strikes me. Suddenly feeling nauseous I run to the bathroom, I make it in just in time before my stomach rebels and I bring up what little food was left in my stomach. I wince and raise my shirt to view the damage. My chest looks like a sunrise, bruises of all colors are spread out in various places. Most of my chest is black or blue, I'm afraid Justin might have bruised or fractured a couple of my ribs.
Gathering my courage I check the house to make sure it's empty. Finding no one in the house except my self I turn on the shower, steam soon starts to fill the small bathroom. I whimper as I take of my shirt, my muscles screaming in protest. Stepping into the shower I hiss as hot water pours over the cuts on my body, I quickly turn the water down so that it's not as hot. Still the cuts burn as the water courses over them. I stare at the soap, unsure if I can bring myself to clean the cuts. I remember how Justin had used me and make up my mind. Grabbing the soap I thoroughly scrub every inch of my body three times over. I whine whenever the soap passes over any of the cuts or bruises.
I carefully dry off with a towel, gently patting down the tender areas that had sustained injury. Pulling out the medical supplies from under the sink I doctor my cuts the best I can. I grimace when I think of having to explain to my coaches why I can't do anything in gymnastics for quite some time.
I go through my now clean laundry and find the loosest gentle clothing that I can and pull it on. Knowing it was far past the time I should be at work I instead decide to eat something and then I just sat, staring, not knowing what to do.
How could this happen? Why? Why me?
I feel the front door slam and I jump, suddenly noticing that it's already dark; Justin's home. He stumbles into the dining room and glares at me.
"You stupid whore, now look what you've done to me" he says, he speech looked a lot like it does when he was stoned, except he never felt this hostile when he was. He staggered towards me and I froze, he put his face right in mine. "Fuck you," he said. His breathe reeked of alcohol. "I will make you pay for doing this to me bitch."
His words break whatever was keeping me frozen in place. I bolt out of the dining room, running as fast as I can towards the front door without thinking. I can feel his footsteps heavily pounding behind me. I shove at the door, my hands fumbling on the handle and my panic increases as I can feel his steps getting near. Racing out the front door I blindly run forward, something moving at the corner of my sight attracts my attention. The car I didn't see is too close to stop, thankfully I pass out as it hits me.