Flashback Friday (Bruised Scars)

I'm quavering in the dark, cavernous room. All I want to do is hide away from the situation that's going down, in the living room. The hunter is looking for me. He wants to annihilate me for breaking his heart. I have to confess that he's a beast inside, who's trying to beat me into a pulp. And here I am, trying to stifle a breath and a sound. Blood and sweat are dripping from my bruised skin, and my jeans are ripped by the wired fence. I had to do a lot of running to get to my sanctuary. But now that the hunter is inside, it's no longer my sanctuary.

I revoke what I have done. But then again, I shouldn't have decided to be with the hunter in the first place. In fact, how did he seem so nice in the first place? Did he hunger for lust, anyway? All I know is that he blind sided me, and I blind sided him back.

No matter where I go, people who are close to me have warned me about him. But all I get are subliminal messages, which I have ignored. I couldn't believe in some kind of paradox, until I saw his true colors.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps. "Where the fuck are you, you slut?!"

He's coming, I think nervously. I must act, but how?

I scrabble through my stuff, and I find my old softball bat. I haven't played softball since high school. I think it would be useless to bring it with me. Now this can be my only shot.

Then, I hear the door creek open. I can see the hunter entering inside my bedroom through the crack of my door. He scans around the room, looking for me. "I know you're in here," the hunter says, viciously. "You better come out now, or my gun will do the talking."

My heart is thumping so loudly that I can't even think. I'm feeling dizzy, not even in control of myself. It's now or never, I think with perseverance.

Slowly but quietly, I scuttle over to the corner with my bat in my hand, hiding in the shadows. As I try to remain calm, the hunter's footsteps are coming close.

Once he opens the closet door, the hunter looks for me. "C'mon, babe," he laughs. "I know you intended to get me angry in the first place. It was your mistake that caused me to be like this."

My eyes widen in shock, but my muscles are tightening. A hint of rage is boiling up inside my body. My mistake?! How can it be my mistake? I only confessed, saying that I want to break up and be friends. Though, it could be scary to be friends with him after a break up. Already, he's acting like a raging maniac.

I've gone through enough, I think, feeling more outraged.

I grip my softball bat tightly, wait for the hunter to look away, and hit him in the back. The hunter drops his gun and holds the back of head, as blood leaks out. "Gyah! What the fuck?"

"You have left me bruised and scarred for no reason," I yell at him and swing my bat to hit the hunter in the head. "Even if I did nothing wrong, you still hurt me. Control me. Your words mean nothing to me."

The hunter spits out blood and chuckles evilly. "C'mon, baby. You're nothing without me."

"Think again, jerk."

With one final blow to the skull, the hunter falls to the ground and lays there motionless. His dead body is surrounded by his own gore. I'm free, I think to myself. I'm free at last.