Chapter 08| Daisy
"I'll just keep on forcing a smile
And it's working, yeah, I think they're sold "
— SMILE, Arden Jones
𑁍 Nova 𑁍
I'm stunned into place for a moment as Daisy starts breathing heavily and throws the now shredded pillow to the wall
A mirror. I think
A mirror of myself when I'm having a panic attack or a bad day like today. She grabs her hair strands and pulls on them crying harder
"I'm so tired of myself. Why can't I fucking tell them!" She screams and I push away from the wall
"Hey...it's okay not to be able to get the words out, I have a hard time doing it too. Sometimes because I'm worried they'll judge, others because they just get stuck in my throat"
"What do you have to be afraid of being judged for? Your family is perfect. Rafael has told me all about it. You have brothers to protect you" she snaps
Oooh. Snappy. Okay...
"It hasn't always been that way, I just met them. I had my twin, Rune, but we still had to go through some dark shit" I say
Meat on a cracker why did Rafael leave me alone in here?
Fucking annoying ass bastard
Daisy sniffs and wipes her tears, trying to put herself back together
"Gosh. I'm sorry, here I am snapping at a total stranger" she says and I tell her it's fine
I take a risk and wrap my hand on her wrist to test a theory, she flinches and hisses. Just like I thought
Her sleeve rides up and there, I see the bruises. Like someone held her down or tied her up hard enough to leave red, angry marks on them
I'm sure they were purple a couple of weeks ago
"Sorry" I whisper and she narrows her red and puffy eyes at me, her mouth moving as she bites her cheeks
"What's your burn scar for?" She asks grabbing my wrist this time. Ditto
"I got it three months ago trying to drag my best friend's corpse out of a burning car" I say bluntly
That was too easy. Something in Daisy makes it easier to tell her, darkness knows darkness doesn't it?
She pulls up her sleeve and shows me a long scar on her forearm "Got it crawling through broken glass to save my little brother from getting hit by my step father" she says
She looks equally confused as I am that we're sharing with each other
"What about the neck bruises?" I ask getting up and leaning against the wall again, needing some space
She glares and I know I went too far. That's the limit then...but I want to help her
Rafael cares for her and if she went through what I think she went through...she does need to go to the hospital
YOU ARE READING
Nova Grace
Random"Give me three months Nova, only three months and I'll show you what having a family is. That this life - despite all the pain you've endured - is worth living" Emilio, my father, whispers into the cold night He walks with cautious steps as I stand...
