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 gasping for air and sweating as I recalled the nightmare that I just had. My breaths were coming out rapidly and fast making my chest hurt.
I searched the room wide-eyed as I looked for the two people that haunted my dreams and damaged me. My heart was beating so hard and fast I kept hearing it in my ears.
Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I recalled what happened that day.
They can't hurt me anymore, they can't hurt me anymore. I kept repeating that sentence in my head over and over again like a broken record.
They can't hurt me physically that is, but mentally, they can. They will always haunt me,no matter what I do. Their words will always be imprinted in my brain.
Words hurt more than body pain. You will heal with medication or surgery, but the words will be apart of me till the day I take my last breath. Every word, every kick, every punch. Everything will always be apart of me no matter what I do.
Even though they're dead they will always remain with me. I'm honestly surprised that I'm even alive right now will all the beatings I've gotten.
I must be some kind of fucking superhero for my flinching and screaming in pain through out the day. I guess you could kinda say that after all these years I got used to it. I should really get a fucking trophy for all the bullshit that I went through.
Once I calmed down I looked over to the nightstand and saw the time 3:45 am, looks like it's another sleepless night. I sighed and lied back down.
Now that I fully calmed down did I realize the agony and pain my body was in. My knee, shoulder and back were trembling from the pain. While my entire torso feels like it's been lit on fire, in fact my whole body feels like it's on fire.
I didn't move an inch from the pain as I kept staring blankly at the ceiling. That was until I felt bile rise in my throat. I got up at lightning speed so I don't vomit on the bed and rushed to the bathroom.
Thing is, it wasn't bile I was throwing up. It was blood. I was fucking throwing up blood. Oh for fuck's sake. I can't catch a break.
After I finished I flushed the toilet and made my way to the sink.
Well, I look like shit to say the least. I rinsed my mouth and brushed my teeth. Then I made my way to the tub. I put it on the coldest temperature and stepped in. I like the numbness it caused, it made me forget the pain. I was used to it anyways as John would say that I 'wasn't worthy of warm water.'
I rolled my eyes as I remembered him saying that. After I finished everything I stepped out and didn't even glance at the mirror cause I didn't want to see what I looked like.
I wrapped my injuries and bandaged them. I applied the burn cream and wrapped them. After that I brushed my hair gently and applied some foundation to cover the bruises.
Once I finished I put on some clothes.
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