That had been last night. She remembered waking up on the kitchen floor surrounded by broken glass and blood dripping down her face.
Aurora didn't understand why she had been put in this life. She hated her life and yet she continued living; but why? For what? To get beat everyday by a person that I used to call mother?
-flashback-
She groaned as she pushed herself up off the floor, grimacing as her head began to pound furiously. Her sight swam, blurring the edges of her vision and melting all the objects into one big blob of color. Shaking fingers rubbed at her eyes then pinched the bridge of her nose willing away the headache that had come on full force when she stood upright.
Purple orbs blinked futilely chasing away the light. Heavy feet stumbled across the carpeted floor over to the bathroom sink. Aurora turned the cold water on and dipped her hands into its chilly stream. Shivers ran up her spine at the contact with something so cold. She stood up straight and looked into the mirror hanging in front of her. Her haggard appearance look back at her disdainfully. Dull eyes with bags under them, scraggly hair that fell infront of her eyes, andherlips drawn tight in a frown.
She looked down casting about for a brush with which to fix her silver locks. Not finding one she huffed and walked back out into the living area. There was her mother, sitting on the couch, surrounded by empty whiskey bottles. Sparks of hatred ran through her being as she stared as this loathesome creature sprawled across the couch. She had had enough! No longer would she succomb to the routine beatings! No longer would she stand living in this life!
Aurora strode over to the kitchen, pulling out a butchers knife from a random drawer. She turned the knife over fondly in her hands, allowing the light to catch on it, sending off a metallic hue into the unlit living area. She grasped the handle tightly with her right hand, her violet eyes taking a malicious glint. Quickly she walked back into the bathroom and turned on the shower, making sure that there was enough noise on that side of the apartment so that the neighbors wouldnt hear anything.
Aurora trudgedslowly towards her mothers motionless body. She positioned the knife right above her heart and let her hand fall swiftly. A surprised cry came from her mothers mouth as her eyes opened wide.
Aurora pulled the blood covered blade out of her mothers chest and let it strike again. Again and again she skewered her mothers body. With each strike her eyes grew colder. Finally she noticed that the anathema was dead. She had killed her. A smirk washed over her face and her mouth parted, letting her maniacal laughter fill the room.
She picked herself up and went into the bathroom. Stripping from her bloodsoaked clothes, she hopped into the shower, letting the water wash away the crimson trails that snaked their way across her skin. I have to get out of here. There's no place to go though. sigh I guess I'll just have to live on the streets for now.
Her essence cleaned of the crime just committed, she turned off the water and dried herself off. Nimbly she walked to her room, avoiding the blood that smeared the carpet. There she dressed into her favorite clothes: tight black pants and a longsleeve black shirt.
Done with her deed, Aurora glided out of the apartment complex and down the street into the darkness of the cloudy night.
-end flashback-
The rain still trickled down from the sky, gracing Aurora's face as she sat on the park bench, waiting for night to come, when she would make her escape. The rain slowly died down into a mist, and the mist into nothingness.