Another Round My Dear?

WHAM!

The fist hit her cheek with surprising force, heat and pain radiated upwards through her eye and across her forhead. Tomorrow there would be a bruise. She hung her head attempting to shield the welling tears from her opponent.

"I don't want to fight you," she mumbled.
"I don't care," was the only reply.

She took the hits gracefully, revelling in the feeling of each pound of the fist. Her whole body was warm and pulsing, something was being born inside her. She felt a thin sheet of ice start to cover her heart but she shook it off immediatly. This will change me she spoke in her mind but it will not beat me.

"why won't you fight back?" her opponent sneered as they brought their arm up for another punch.

"beacause I don't need to," she replied weakly as she slumped to the floor.

.............

The yellow bathroom light stung her eyes as she woke, she hated those lights or was it the wallpaper? She tried to hoist herself up on one arm but her palm slipped in the pool of blood and she crashed back onto floor.

"dammit"

Blood smeared everywhere; over the walls, her body, the floor, the toilet, only the shower seemed white. The mixture of the yellow light, or was it the wallpaper, and deep red made her stomach turn. She faced the mirror to look upon her swollen face, caked and streaked with blood. She ran her fingers gently across her cheek and closed her eyes feeling the raised lines of dried blood and the textures of mixed blood, hair, skin and perhaps a bit of dirt.

"I am no victim"

She would not pity herself, she would not complain most likely she wouldn't even clean herself off for the day. She crawled out of the dingy bathroom and hoisted herself up on the hallway wall. She limped slowly down the hallway and stairs leaving bits of smeared blood on the peeling walls and warped wood floor. Ahead of her sunlight streamed in from the large sliding patio doors. She placed a dirty hand on the glass and smiled from the warmth as she pushed it gently to the left. It slid open with a low muffled whine and she took a gentle step onto the bright green grass. The only thing beautiful about her home was the grass, taking care of the grass was all she could afford, all she cared about. She walked only a few feet through the soft blades before falling to her knees and slumping completely to the ground. She smiled as her stained skin soaked in the warmth of the sun and her sore eyelids closed gently. Today was a good day.