Mirabelle Alexandra Romano, a 17-year old girl who is being abused by her stepfather after her also abusive mother dies since she was 3 years old. Getting bullied in everyday life and getting beaten at home her life could not get any worse. But sud...
I woke up the next next morning with surprisingly no nightmares. I am saying its's the bed since it's so comfy and soft. I was too tired to even have a nightmare or think about anything.
I yawned and and reached my hand to the nightstand and reached for my phone. It was an iPhone X, yes I know what you're thinking. How can you afford such an expensive phone when your poor? Well I had to work double shifts at the cafe and get another job. Once I had saved enough I bought it and and made sure to hide it from John.
I checked the time and saw it was 7:00am . Huh I woke up late, well considering the fact that I always woke up at 5:00am to make John his breakfast and clean the house. This is the first time I woke at this time.
I put my phone down and tried- keyword tried to sit up , but I immediately laid back down from the intense pain in my whole body. I can't even breath . It feels like a thousand knives are stabbing me .
I tried again very slowly and steadily to sit and after a while I succeeded. I groaned in pain when I felt like my back was being ripped open. I moved the heavy covers off me and slowly bought my feet to the cold floor.
I tried standing up but failed , i lost balance and fell on the floor on my dislocated knee . I yelped in pain and bit my so hard to stop myself from screaming in pain and alerting anyone. Hot tears where streaming down my flushed cheeks. This hurts so bad i can barely breath from the agonizing pain. It feels like my insides were being torn into shreds.
I slowly bought my hand and gripped the bed sheets tightly . I balanced myself and slowly stood up making sure not to put too much pressure on my injured knee. I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the lights.
I used the toilet and turned to the shower . I put the temperature on warm and stood inside. I took a deep breath and started my shower . 10mins later I was done . I didn't feel like showering for too long. I turned off the shower and opened the glass foggy door.
I got a towel and wrapped it around myself . I made my way in-front of the mirror and started brushing my teeth . I didn't look at the mirror because I knew I would cry if I saw myself.
I washed my mouth and then proceeded to dry myself being cautious on my injuries . I put on my clothes that looked professional and casual at the same time.
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(Imagine the shirt is longer and is tucked in her pants so the word 'whore' isn't showing . Thanks for pointing it out I wanted to write this note but forgot.)
I then covered all my bruises that were visible. That reminds me , i need to get some more since I'm running out . I noticed that my lip is spilt from biting too hard on it when I when i fell. I just sighed and shook my head.
I sprayed some light perfume that I had since, like ever. I looked at mirror one last . That looks good enough. I turned off the bathroom lights and made my way to the room after closing the bathroom door.
