Broken Girl

The cool wind tickles your skin, sending goosebumps all over your body. Agonizing pain flares, spiraling through every curve and crevice. Your eyes snap open, but a discomfort of sharp needles pierces your skull. Closing them again, you take a few steady breaths before trying once more. This time, you succeed. You can keep your eyes open for longer than a few seconds.
You try to move, but a strangled yelp leaves your lips as pain explodes everywhere, concentrated in your lower body. Suddenly, you can't breathe, a giant brick pressing down on you, depriving you of oxygen. Risking a glance down, tears blur your vision at the sight of your bruised and battered body, scratches and blood marring your skin. The sparkly black dress you wore is bunched up around your waist, your lower regions exposed to the cold air. A glance to your side reveals the ripped shreds of your underwear, marked with blood and other dirty substances.
