Dale’s POV
I’m a failure.
That fact became infinitely clearer in my mind as I stared at Bella’s broken and battered body lying on the bed, drenched in her blood. It was like a scene from a crappy horror movie, with dark red blood staining everything. From her bared skin, to the bluish sheets, to the clothes the doctor wore. Dark blood formed a trail leading from the door to the bed. If only this was a movie and not reality. What I wouldn’t pay for that to be the case.
Those marks on her body were clearly from blades. Her skin had been carved into, sliced over and over again till perfectly straight lines were etched into her skin. The cuts were shallow but deep enough to be excruciating. I couldn’t stand to even imagine the amount of pain she must’ve gone through. That level of torture.
