Hero
Hero
Joy Boehm
The skin on her cheek was garnished in agitated pink and bruise purple, an off yellow color around the mark itself. She felt it swell with every breath in she took, and the world around her blurred into watery images as she stood, her eyes unable to meet those of the person in front of her. This isn’t the first time this has happened, but it felt just like it. She trembled when he raised his hand once again and braced for the impact.
But it never came. She peeked one eye open to see another man, except his face was kind and he held firmly onto the wrist of her abuser. He looked toward her with a gentle smile as he disappeared in wisps of smoke. Her abuser fell to the ground, soft snores emitting from him as she too fell to her knees, her hands covering her bloodied mouth and eyes wide as the glistening moon.
“Wait…” she whimpered into nothingness, “please take me with you…” only darkness ahead of her.