“Yeah, hurry up though.” I got to my feet and hustled up the stairs. I grabbed my jammies and went into the bathroom. Before stepping into the tub, I turned in front of the mirror and looked at my back. Long strips of blood blisters covered my back with black and deep purple mixing along the strips of red and in other places. I sighed; with my pale skin, when I bruised, I bruised badly. The image of my mom's face as she came at me flashed through my mind. I pushed it away quickly, not wanting to remember.
