Novelas y relatos de Bruised

- LORELEI - He’s so impossible. I dip two of my fingers in an ointment jar and gently massage my arm. My brows crease slightly as I wince. Thanks to this asshole of a man, I have a bruise on my arm. I take a deep breath, taking more ointment then reapplying it on my arm. At least, it’s not extreme physical abuse. . . I think, blowing air on my arm. . . . I’m used to being maltreated so this is nothing compared to it.

I winced. “We have carefully examined the nature of bruises on your body and found out they are an impact of repeatedly hitting something hard, which is what happened when you fell. You suffered a mild concussion from the fall, bruised ribs, and a small fissure on your elbow.” He said looking down at the pad in his hands I nodded at his statement, then pursed my lip. Well, that wasn’t so bad. Broken ribs were nothing like a fractured skull, so I got to live another decade if not a hundred more.

I looked down and saw the most gruesome bruise I had ever witnessed in my life. It was the size of my palm, and the color was an ugly shade of purple mixed with a sickly yellow. The edges were jagged, as if something sharp had hit me, and I noticed tiny broken blood vessels on the surface of my skin. I tried to move, but the pain was too much. I took a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes, only to find myself lying in my bed, my body covered in bruises. I felt confused and disoriented. How did I get these bruises? I tried to remember, but my mind was foggy, as if I had been drugged or hit on the head.

My neck is the worst I can still see the handprint from where he held me, the colour a horrible dark pink and purple. As I take my clothes off it only looks worse, a few more scratches from the wire getting in, I have a bruise on my breast from where he had palmed and grabbed me tightly, the burn marks around my hips are the worst things they are red and sore and I have no idea how I will sit down or put clothes on them, I check my rib seeing a large bruise there, it must have been when he dropped me back against the container it looks like a ridge was sticking out.

I unbotton the hospital gown to check on my wounds. I started with the least terrifying, lifting up clothes to see the stitches lining my stomach, my hands and my chest. My skin was bruised and discolored around the areas with stitches. It was still painful to touch, but I could manage it. It wasn't nearly as bad as it was, and it didn't look infected. Next, I moved to my broken wrist. My entire hand was swollen, and was badly bruised. Horrifying colors of blue and yellow danced along my wrist in the shape of fingers. I tried to move it to see how badly it was broken, and almost screamed in pain.

There was what looked like a not too visible bite mark on my neck where Cian's fangs had grazed me and I was thankful that he hadn't marked me. I tried again to position myself in a normal sitting position. "Ouch!" My elbow was bruised, and I could feel pains at my back and on my legs. Rasing the sheets that covered my legs, I noticed that I was severely bruised. Even my shoulders had injuries on them. Injuries that had sprouted because of Cian.

But it just hurt to know that I'm the reason behind his broken heart. My eyes close as I shake away the thoughts. "He's killing my mom, I need to shut the fuck up!" I said to myself as I sat up once again. I stood up and felt soreness between my thighs. A sharp pain would run through my thighs as I wobbled towards the bathroom. As I looked in the mirror I immediately flinched as I saw the purple marks on my neck. My fingers grazed over the bruise causing the hickey to sting. I strip myself of my clothing as I create bath water and stare at my body in the mirror. My body was submerged with bruises from when they beat me and now I have newly formed marks on my hip from where he held onto as he

He walked and I followed him and he only stopped walking when we got to a corridor where we won't disturb the patients. “We found so many soft contusions on your sister,” he explained professionally, “and they looked like they were being done by others.” Soft contusions? I frowned. I had no idea what that means. “Can you please explain what soft contusions mean?” “Of course, a contusion simply means a bruise, it is an injury to the soft tissue often produced by a blunt force, such as a kick, fall, or blow. The result will be pain, swelling, and discoloration because of bleeding into the tissue.”

I gasped softly, recoiling. His brows knitted in confusion. Instantly, he reached for my arm to see what was wrong. I hesitated but eventually lowered my eyes to look. A large bruise sprawled across my skin, deep purple blotched with angry reds. Scratch marks curled across the area like claws. Dots of dried blood framed the edges. My heartbeat skipped violently. I had not processed it earlier. Adrenaline had numbed me, but now the pain pulsed with every second. Leandro’s breath hitched. He cursed under his breath as his fingers traced the damaged skin carefully, as if afraid it might rip further.

“Please help me, my Luna. I didn’t mean for this to happen. Please, I’m sorry.” I didn’t speak right away. I just watched her. Her face was bruised. A deep purple stain covered her left cheekbone, and her bottom lip was split in the middle. There were reddish-blue finger marks circling both arms, like someone had grabbed her too hard and didn’t let go. Some of the bruises looked older, half-healed. Others were new. Even the way she sat, curled in on herself like she was afraid to move wrong, made something twist in my chest.