Just Another Day
She is crying but she says she ’ s okay . The bruises on her arm are darker than the last time . She looks around the shattered room with a depressed look . He may have left , but she still feels his intimidating presence there . The glass from the once gorgeous mirror on the wall is shattered and scattered all over the floor she is sitting on . She digs her nails into the carpet , trying to make her tears stop from coming . Her calves are crossed back against her thighs so that she is practically sitting on her them , making her bruised body look like that of an old doll wanting to be played with . Her dark , silky hair comes down to her shoulder , filling up with a mix of blood , sweat , and tears . Her arms which were tightening from the grip of the carpet finally began to loosen . As her arms became more flimsy , the tears came back again . She quickly looked down to the dark green carpet , the tears slowly being soaked up by the carpet . She finally began getting up slowly , her aches and pains feeling more and more real for every muscle she moved . She moved down to carpet slowly to feel less pain . But for every step she took she heard the glass break and move beneath her torn-up shoes . Once she finally reached the couch , she slowly laid down while still leaving both her feet on the floor . She faced the small , light-colored coffee table in front of her in a sideways position since her head was now on the old cushion of the couch . She starred at the top of the very first coffee table she had ever bought with her own money and saw the ring in the center , placed ever so nicely . She reached to grab it with her right arm , her arm shaking inch by inch as she reached for it . As soon as she grabbed it she brought it close to her teary eyes and saw it was the ring she had gotten him for his birthday only a month ago . She stared at it for almost a minute ; as if it were the first time she had ever seen it . She noticed the outside was red with her blood and became a bit nervous . With a mix of shock and unsureness , she let the ring drop to the glass-filled ground , a bit of her blood still on her index fingers and thumbs . Her eyes began to close in exhaustion , but she knew she could not sleep . Not now . She got up from the couch , a bit quicker than before , and began to pick up every piece of glass she came across . She had to pick up the mess before anyone else saw . After two hours of glass picking and throwing out the once gorgeous mirror which was useless now , she went to their