|Ana's POV|
I sit on my bed for the second night in a row, marking two full days since I last saw James and almost two full nights since I last slept, constantly switching positions to reduce the pain running through my entire body.
I miss my pills and blanket, for a while now they have both been a prerequisite for a semipeaceful slumber. With both gone, sleep eludes me completely, all attempts end in a terrible nightmare not to long after, which leaves me panting hours later.
Having nothing to do, I stare at the purple bruises scattered all over my body like constellations using the bright moonlight seeping in through my open window, I glare at them for a while, hoping they'd just disappear, not having to constantly remind me of my weakness, but they don't- if anything, they seem to be glaring harder.
I spend my time reflecting. I had just discovered the day before that we now have new neighbours, I don't know what to make of this change, whether good, or bad- for me that is;
It had taken sometime for me to come to terms with it, but the new looking blue sports car at the front of the house next door didn't move an inch, trucks came within short intervals to deliver furniture, I caught a glimpses from time to time of the guy from before and a pretty middle aged woman from the living room window at one time
The room opposite mine, is now covered with a blue curtain with floral design.
There goes my sanctuary
I think that settles it we have new neighbours. I don't know what to make of this since that house had always been empty and we leave at the start of the street meaning our other neighbour is the highway.
James has been oddly quiet, not even visiting the hose once, most likely on one of his drinking and brothel escapades, which leaves me in a short moment of bliss, but knowing him, he's just adapting to the slight change, because nothing can stop his inhumane sadistic cravings.
This.... This is just a short calm before the devastating storm.
••••••••
The seemingly calm weekend has come to an end.
As I stare at the mirror on Monday morning, looking at my face and neck from all angles.
He'd bruised my face and neck in several places, this has never happened, he's always careful to keep his reputation, he keeps them where they can't be easily seen by prying eyes, I hadn't noticed them through out the weekend because I never really bother looking at my reflection.
I stare at my face in disgust, coupled with the bruises, I have developed a terrible pair of eye bags from my lack of sleep, I ball my hands into fists to refrain from punching my reflection out of the mirror.
Pulling out a drawer from my bathroom counter, I pull out my unused makeup kit.
Oh goodness
••••
Dear lord! I exclaim internally as I stare at my reflection, it's worse than I ever imagined.
Name them, having never applied makeup before, and keeping them only for emergencies like this can account for the reason I look like.... Like this.
The other being the fact that I have to apply an insane amount of foundation for the deep purple bruises that scattered my face to disappear. And my still purple, swollen right eyelid needed an insane amount of concealer and eye shadow to disappear and I had to make it match with the second eyelid.
Let's just say that didn't work out.
Deciding after many failed trials that it can only get worse, I pack my school bag and rush downstairs not wanting to miss the school bus passing in few minutes.
As I pass the kitchen, I decide last minute to prepare breakfast for James, even if he hasn't been home, I wan't to avoid as much danger as possible.
I make a quick breakfast of toast bread and eggs, taking two slices for myself I rush outside at the sound of the bus's honk.
I open the door once I get to it, out of breath as I ran in full speed over here since the bus has a habit of leaving me behind.
After taking in short rapid breaths I open my eyes to see all the occupants staring at me with puzzled expressions including the bus driver, one you would give a very old lady wearing 5 inches long stilettos.
I wonder for a split second why, I mean they always give me odd looks but this is a whole new level.
And then... "What the hell happened to her face" someone whisper–yells at the back seat but considering the deafening silence, it echoes through the whole bus, It just opened the way for more.
"Eek, she looks like a freaky clown from a kids nightmare"
"Aah, once a freak always a freak"
I tune out the rest, unaffected because even I know frankly I look like a lunatic.. but a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do right?
Taking my designated seat at the front of the bus reserved and kept specially for the one and only 'runaway freak'
You guessed right, that's me.
••••
Melanie Davis, the 'it chick' was already waiting for me at the usual spot in front of my locker by the time I got to school, her two 'minions' were yet to arrive".
It's easy for her to get here before me considering I take the bus and we have to pick up others while she on the other hand has used five expensive cars since seventh grade.
Life isn't fair at all
I, until this day do not understand why she would make so much effort just to hurt me.
As soon as I try to walk past her she pulls me back by my hair, making me wince in pain.
I raise my head to reduce the pain as she pulls my hair upwards, as soon as she gets a glimpse of my face, the scowl on her face disappears, a taunting smile gracing her plum red lipstick coated lips.
"Makeup? Really" she let's out a low cackle which manages to sound more sophisticated than my entire being.
Our little 'interactive' session is interrupted as her two minions Tessa and Brenda runs towards her screaming.
"Guess what"
"There is a new guy"
"He's hot"
"Blonde hair"
"Muscular"
"You gotta see him"
They take turns talking breathless from the run.
"Here's a picture I got" Tessa says lifting up her phone to Melanie's face, She immediately let's go of my hair causing me to fall to the floor, opening her bag she redoes her makeup while I massage the sides of my head in attempt to make the pain subside.
Zipping her Gucci bag shut she adjusts the spaghetti strap of her short gown.
"Let's go" Melanie says once she's satisfied with her appearance.
"No need, here he comes" Brenda in a whispers fan girl voice.
Me? I can't care any less, they never learn, always charmed by Melanie's appearance, even if they know she never stays too long- she's the heartbreaker.
Poor guy.
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