We'll Protect You

Chapter 3, The news

The picture in the media is how I imagine Gabriella looking, but you guys can also imagine her differently.

Gabriella's pov

I woke up looking all sweaty.

It was just a nightmare.

That same nightmare has been haunting me forever.

I tried to go back to sleep, but it seems impossible.

Not that it never happened.

Since I can't sleep right now, I think I should go take a shower.

I walked in the bathroom with a towel and my black hoodie in hand.

When I removed my clothes, I can see all of my bruises, cuts, scars and some burns.

Some of them were yellow, blue, purple and many were now black.

My cuts and scars looked deep.

I have to think on buying some ointments and some more medicine since I ran out a week ago.

I have to make the little time I have useful before they both get home.

I look horrible.

I hate how they made me look.

They are all right, I am really ugly.

I'm so stupid, I'm and idiot, a fool, a worthless child like mum used to say.

They were all right.

Now, no one would ever like me nor even talk to me when they find out about all the bruises, scars, cuts and burns I have.

They will think I look disgusting.

I can't let anyone know about those beatings.

I have tried for so many years to hide the truth from everyone.

When you never expect, they come right at you and starts interrogating you about your personal life.

I hate to lie and I'm a really bad liar but this is my only secret.

I can't let someone know about my past.

If they get to close to me and know about my past, somehow, they will throw me out of their lifes like a useless peice of trash.

I look really ugly, all of my bodie looks horrible.

Arabelle, my mom was right. I am a fat elephant.

I walk in the shower and start taking one.

I make sure to put the burning hot water on.

I usually am not always a loud to take any showers.

My parents only allow me to take one shower per week wich of course I take more than 1.

I always take showers when they aren't home.

It feels so good having the burning water running through my body.

It does hurt a lot when the water touches my open scars but I don't mind it.

It's not like I don't even deserve those scars.

After at least 20 minutes of me enjoying the hot water, I stop showering.

I dry myself off and wear some other clothes.

I then put all of my clothes (not that I have many) in their places in the basement and go back to the bathroom.

I have been wanting to do something with my hidden razor, I hid a long time ago from my parents, in the bathroom.