Damaged Goods

She was damaged. Broken. A total mess.
Scuffed up, hard around the edges.
Sharp and biting.
Bruised and bleeding.
Aching and suffering.


She had scars all over. Physical, emotional, mental.
They were big and ragged and bloody red.
She tried to hide them, cover them up.
But they always came back. Reminding her and everyone around her, just how messed up she really was.


The flashbacks never ceased.
Every time she closed her eyes.
She heard the screams, saw the blood.
There was glass breaking and someone screaming.
She felt the rain as if it was actually falling and grazing her skin.


She was suddenly brought out of her nightmare with a knock on her door.
She picked herself up from her ratty and tattered mattress where she spent most of her time. 
Who could that be? She wondered.
Anybody she'd ever loved or cared about was either long gone or dead.
And so were the ones she hadn't. 


It could be the mailman, or the collection agency again, or a door-to-door salesman. 
But then again, maybe it wasn't.
Maybe for the first time in her life, prince charming really was going to show up on her doorstep, sweep her off her feet, and save her from the garbage that was her existence.
Maybe.


[Created for this YeahWrite prompt]