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Short Story About A Hurt Girl

759 words - 4 pages

Lily tried to open her eyes, but she just did not have the strength. Noticing the white blur hanging past her lids she guessed it was at least morning, or the bathroom light was left on. Either way, she blamed it on feeding the slow, but constant pounding in the back of her head. Even as she laid still, it seemed to be gaining the strength and curiosity to want to explore. Growing more aware she started to feel little whispers of pain popping up all over in little rhythmic beats.
She moaned.
Hearing herself seemed to cause the throbbing in her head to grow. What was just early awareness, a mere moment ago was starting to gain momentum. Memories were starting to trickle in like flashcards and she knew the levies would soon break, letting it all just flood in.
“Yeah,” she whispered. Rubbing her temples and starting to feel the floodwaters rush over her toes she almost wished he was there to knock her out again. “Right,” Lily said, remembering Rick had hit her. More than once if remembered correctly.
She could piece together parts of their argument, but not how it began. Only that he knocked her out to end it. Chuckling that there was always peace when knocked out unconscious she became pleased at her little silver lining. Rolling over, however, ended that and began the chuckling of painful self-awareness. “You don't have to move yet girlfriend,” she said to herself. Or at least she thought she did, or did she just think it? It really didn't seem important so Lily just let it go. Knowing no matter how hard he would punch or how hard she would fall, she always woke up. At least that was always the hope, usually as she watched herself fall towards the floor and go racing into the amiable abyss.
“How long have I been out? An hour, a day,” she wondered. “What did we fight over this time?”
“Ha, fight,” she blurted hoarsely bringing a sharp new pain to the party. She may have regretted saying it so loud, but stood by the sarcastic tone in which it was delivered. Thinking that if their fight was televised as a UFC event not only would people have...

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