I stare into the mirror, I hate my reflection. I see everything in it. I see everythig I try to hide. My black hair falls onto my face hiding another black eye from view, but I still there. Ut’s still there like the bruses along my arms, along my whole body.
No matter what I do more appeare. But I get out, I just walk away. I turned away, I was his, I stood, I was hit. I open my mouth, I was hit. I blink back tears of hatred, I was hit. Not any more.
He can’t touch me anymore. I smile slightly, my reflection tries to do the same, all I see is a wince in pain. But I don’t feal it.
I lean forward, my fingers brush against the mirror. Then I hear a bang on the door, I stare into my eyes for a moment longer, and open the door. There he stands. He is angery at me. Alway angery.
I glare, he raises a hand. I find myself on the floor, he’s yelling. I pull myself to my feet, and glare, ignoring the sting in my face, blood trailing down my mouth.
I smile, an evil glint in my eye. I watch as he tries to hit me again. I catch his arm, my other grabs his throat. No more, never again.