11 June 2012
Her lips stained red, her cheeks pale pink. Her mascara running down her chin and into the sink.
Her hair is a mess and she pulls a strand out, liner smudges a bit and she gives a little pout.
Her blue tear filled eyes look up from the plug hole and she sees him in the bedroom, his shadow black as coal.
She watches him make a move closer, she closes her eyes tight. She tries to remember what the hell happened last night.
She remembers four glasses full of expensive wine, she remembers what he'd said he'd do if she did decline.
She opens her eyes and sees him standing there. A scornful scowl on his face, a fistful of her hair.
She blinks three times and flinches as he swings, then bursts into tears again when she sees a ring.
She takes a blow to the head, too scared to fight back. He hits her around the tummy and mumbles "Oh crap"
She watches him stare through her, and she turns around, to see her lifeless pale body sprawled on the ground.
She looks into the mirror, and she sees her wings. She sees her mother behind her, and an angel sings.
She smiles through her tears, and kisses her mother. They bask in each other's glory, hugging one another.
Abused • Opuss № I