Circles By Jessica Leilani Vasquez
January 12, 2015 Comments Off on Circles By Jessica Leilani Vasquez
I always seem to end up here, same hospital, same
room, different reason. It never used to surprise me to see
him here, but this time it did. Why is he here with me?
Why can’t he just let this go and leave me alone? I hate
him for this, but I guess this time I hate myself more than
him. He walks over to the side of the bed, slowly, as if to
give me a chance to realize he was actually there and it
was not a nightmare. He was large in stature and that
always makes me cringe. His hands dirty and rough from
god knows what. His face expressionless. He brings his
hand up and I flinch. I can’t move. Every bone seems to
ache, every rib feels broken, every muscle feels sore. All I
am able to do is try to control my breathing and hope this
won’t end badly. He brings his hand to my face, lightly
brushing the hair out of my eyes with the tips of his fingers.
He smiles. Oh, how I hate that smile.
He traces his fingers down the edge of my face to
the top of my collarbone as I started to breathe heavier.
His hand falls down my arm until he reaches the IV in my
hand. All I can think is that whatever is coming next is
going to hurt, but his fingers just trace circles around the
needle and tape sticking out of my pulsating vein. I want to
cry. I want to scream, to thrash about and swing at him. I
want to get away from him, far away, but I can’t. I have to
concentrate on my heartbeat as to not tip the monitor off.
I can’t let him see that yet again I’m afraid of him and he
has all the power. He seems so calm and almost even
“Get well soon, my love,” he says with a smile.
© 2014 Jessica Leilani Vasquez
Jessica Leilani Vasquez is an aspiring writer who loves how dark poetry and fiction can be.