Status: Finished.

You've Never Looked Better, And I've Never Looked Worse

I stood in front of the mirror, cleaning the dry blood off my lips and temple. I winced at the pain that stung my face as I touched it. I sighed, day after day it was all the same. I examined my arms and shoulders in the mirror, bruises, cuts and scars. A tear escaped my face, my life had changed so much since a year. Exactly a year ago yesterday marked the first year. The first year it's been since I left all the boys for good. A year today since I had met Mark, my boyfriend.

My abusive boyfriend.