I wake up to the alarm on my phone ringing madly. I groan loudly and search my room until I find the noise  and, to my surprise, an unbroken phone. I turn off the alarm and see a couple notifications from my social medias and a few messages from people, the most being from Alex. I sigh and don't bother to actually check what the texts say. If only he knew... I get up and toss my phone onto the bed. I look at myself in my full body mirror, noticing the bruises on my face, and I slowly start to strip. After I'm completely nude, I just stare at myself, my beautiful body marred by fresh, black and blue bruises, and old scars, some from accidents, some from... other things... I sigh even harder this time and grab some shorts from my drawer. I go downstairs and see my mom in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. "Hey mom," I say, not really trying to bother her. She replies sweetly with, "Hey hun, are you ok? Last night you didn't say anything to anyone."

"Yea... I'm fine..."

"Are you sure love?"

"Yea...," I occupy myself with tracing the lines on the table and don't notice that she's turned around until she screams. "OHMYGOD!! HONEYWHATHAPPENEDTOYOURFACEANDCHEST!?!? What did you do! Was it those mean boys again!" She all the way stops cooking to sit me down and examine my injuries. "Mom stop... I'm fine," I try to explain to her, but she waves me away and goes to get the first aid kit. She rubs some cream on my face and body and I keep trying to get her to stop fussing over me, but she shushes me with her own questions.