The Beginning of The Untold Story

The dusk almost fell when a long black hair woman walked towards the windowsill - staring blankly into the nothingness outside her window. The sky was grey and gloomy, her eyes were following the clouds absentmindedly. In the dark room, that woman dragged her feet slowly towards the half opened curtain. She reached her hand out, her lips were half opened, she was out of breath.

"That curtain is annoying," she mumbled to her self, parting the white curtain open with her trembling hand then sat on the windowsill.

That woman looked so pale when the light from the gloomy sky fell on her face. Her eye bags were unmistakably shown under her swollen eyes. Her hair was a mess and she gazed into nothing.

She closed her burning eyes when she heard a sound of door opening from her ground floor followed by quick steps that climbed her wooden stairs. She could hear the faint creak from her room. But the sound stopped outside her door.

"Abby," a worried voice came with the opened door. His deep voice trembled.

She turned her head, threw a blank gaze at his huge figure standing on her door.

"Leon?" she smiled. She walked slowly towards that guy - dragging her heavy feet - then hugged him.

Leon closed his eyes, his brows furrowed and pain shown on his handsome face clearly. He kissed her forehead then hugged her back. Tears threatened to fall when his trembling hand took her left hand then led her to sit back on a rocking chair that faced the window.

"I am hungry," she said.

"I'll be right back," said the guy, messing with her hair then left the room.

Her big room was quiet. The clock ticking was heard when she closed her eyes while her chair rocked back and forth slowly. Her left hand sprawled on her lap - the pain was throbbing - didn't care about her dirty pajamas anymore.

She opened her eyes once again when she felt a light touch on her knees. A kiss landed on her left hand made her giggled, "What's wrong?"

"I should be the one saying that," he mumbled, opening the first aid box beside him.

She stared blankly at Leon when he dipped a towel into a warm water inside the basin near him. She could hear the dripping water when he squeezed the towel. Abigail winced when the wet towel touched her skin. Without word, Leon washed her hand that covered in blood. Abigail stared at the red water after Leon dipped the towel back.

"I'm sorry," he said, wrapping her newly wounded wrist with bandage.

She smiled weakly, "This is my own fault."

"I'm sorry for worrying you. Days with no news."

"Don't worry. It's not you fault."

"I'm sorry. I broke my promise."

"Leon. Stop," her brows furrowed. "I am hungry."

Leon stared at her for a while then sighed - kept on wrapping her wounds without words. The silence between them felt too suffocating. Abigail were biting her right nails sometimes.

"Any other?" he whispered.

Abigail shook her head - made her messy hair covered her face. Leon sighed once again then touched her ankle lightly. He ran his hand softly on every inch of her skin then stopped on her knees - thinking about should he kept on looking for her wounds. He didn't want to go through the same thing.

"Leon," she touched his hand. "I'm hungry."

He stared at her with pained expression then closed his eyes and nodded, "Let's grab something"

She grinned.

"I'm going to take a bath first, okay?"

Her empty eyes followed his broad back. Then she closed her burning eyes. A single tear fell on her cheek.

"Greg told me to treat you carefully," she remembered what Leon said long ago. "You are not as tough as I know."

Abigail fell silent for a second.

"Ah. Yes. Greg."

Leon didn't say anything.

"You might want to leave," she mumble. "You deserve better."

Her heart beat fast and her ears rang. She bit her lips then gulped, "I cut my self sometimes."

"Why?" he whispered - she could sense his shock.

"I don't know. I might be crazy."

A long pause after that. Leon was shocked and Abigail was devastated. It took her a lot of courage to tell anybody about it, moreover his love one. Because every time her loves one left, she fell deeper. She still remembered clearly how she cried a river when she cut for the first time. It was when her father left home. When her father that she admired most left her heart broken and wrecked.