Useless
By Kitana

A hand wiped the steam clouding the foggy mirror, what appeared as the mist vanished was a face.

Standing in front of the mirror she looked in as if within that reflection was another world.

If only it was, if only it was another place she could escape to...

She stood in the cold bathroom, the mist was fading away and she could almost see the mist getting sucked out of the open window. The rush of cool air sent chills down her naked damp skin, but she kept looking at her reflection bewildered or really disgusted.

Her eyes, once beautiful amber, looked dark like black endless pits, black rings circled round them.

She was tired, just so tired. Her body ached and pained and she just wanted to fall in oblivion forever and ever to stop having to be awake, just to simply close her eyes and embrace sleep... or even death...

Her eyes wandered further down to the rest of her body, large, obscene purple bruises screamed out against the sickly pale of her body. They were scattered all over, mainly around her stomach, but there were some which oddly resembled fingers on her arms and wrists.

She backed slightly away from the offending image glaring back at her through the mirror, seemingly trying to torment her fragile mind. She wrapped her arms around her body huddling in on herself as if she was scared and huddling seemed to secure her state of mind.

Why didn’t the voices shut up? Why won’t they leave her be?!

“I’m not useless,” she murmured, still backing away, the voices seemed to call to her, she closed her eyes trying desperately within herself to stop them, to stop the loud screams, “I’m not useless,” she repeated, voice a tad firm and convinced but they still wouldn’t! They wouldn’t shut up!

She looked up at her image, eyes glaring into the mirror and something sparked inside, rage and despair seemed to merge into one filling her up to the rim and overflowing like a glass.

She lashed out, unable to control the pent up emotions that were bottled up, she charged at the mirror, hating the image of herself staring back, the sight almost made her stomach ache and she could just about taste the foulness of vomit in her mouth.

“I hate you!” she cried, her hands riding through the air and into the glass slicing her skin painfully.

Crimson coating the cracked image, she lunged into it again bashing her hands into it making the frame fall to the ground scattering the many thousands of shards across the white tiled floor.

The image now gone.

But it wasn’t enough, she was still she, and that little thought made her insides turn, she quickly crawled to the toilet bloodied hands splashing the white floor red.

She dived forward vomiting and feeling almost satisfied as she sat back wiping her mouth.

However she was still she.

Useless.

The door opened hitting the wall violently, “What have you done?”

Her eyes looked up at the man and for a few seconds he resembled the man she fell in love with one year ago. Her heart seemed to ease, but as he walked closer taking in the mess around him, the beast slowly took over.

“What have I told you about making a mess?!” he hissed, “Useless!”

She stayed silent huddled in her corner knowing exactly what was to follow. For being a ‘bad’ girl she was to be punished...

He closed the door from all prying eyes, turning the key, the lock clicked and escape was no more than a lost thought.