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Her head was pounding with the sound of how loud her heart was beating in her chest. She looked around the empty room at all of the fancy furniture; the glass table, the leather couch and matching chair, both in beige, and the four standing lamps, each set in it’s own corner of the room. She felt something on her cheek, a tickling sensation running from just below her eye down to her jaw. She jerked her right hand up and gently rubbed at a spot on that side of her face. As she pulled her hand back in front of her eyes, the ceiling light caught the glisten of her blood in its red liquid, but quickly drying state. She put her hand to the spot all of the blood was coming from and could feel where the skin was split cleanly, as if someone had used the most exact precision with a knife and cautiously sliced under her eye. Just above her lip she felt the same tickling sensation but this time she ignored it and turned, exited the room, and walked down the hallway to the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror she saw a face she did not recognize. It was her, but yet it wasn’t. This was not the normal joyous and proud expression she wore. There were spots of blood covering her face. Large black circles surrounded her eyes and a brownish-black bruising covered across the bridge of her nose. Dried salt water from her tears was left below her eyes, running cohesively with the drying blood. Parts of her hair were matted down with sweat, while at other parts it stood on end as if statically charged. Staring angrily at the reflection before her, she though to herself,” That motherfucker isn’t getting away with this. This is the last fucking straw.” And quickly with no thought needed to initiate her action, she raised her right hand in a fist and punched through the glass mirror. The sharp edges cut into her bare knuckles and blood poured from her hand and fingers. Rivers of red began forming in the concrete-filled spaces between the floor tiles. She stared at her hand. “The next time there is blood on these hands, it will be his.” She left the room without another sound.


I wrote this and after I got to the part where I stopped, I lost all idea of where I had planned to go with this story.

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phurst

Needs work. Sometimes too vague. Blood in its red liquid but quickly drying state has to go. This was not th normal joyous and proud..has to go. And quickly with no thought....needs to go. I don't know where you would go with this either.