I thought it was the smell of pancakes that woke me, but really, it was the steady throbbing i felt coming from various parts of my limbs. my head was aching, and my heart seemed to beating harder than i thought was really nessacry. i stole a glance at the kitchen, checking for a glimpse of his shadow, and then i slowly pulled the heavy comfoter down. I saw the molting bruises on my arms, took notice of the scratch marks on my ribcages.felt the panic start to rise, boil over, like a pot of water neglected for too long. felt the pain shoot from my brain out to my fingertips, heard my scattered thoughts, trying to recall what went wrong at twiglight. when i said hurt me, i wasnt speaking so literally.