The night it happened - Part 4

I have absolutely no idea how I got home, but I found myself in bed with my muddy clothes still on and a blood-stained towel wrapped around my throbbing arm. There was a knocking at the door. “Lucy, Dan’s here. Shall I tell him you don’t feel well?” I struggled over to my wardrobe and looked at myself in the mirror. My usually beautiful long hair was dirty and bedraggled and my face looked puffy and swollen. Were those leaves in my hair? I was sweating profusely. I looked totally dreadful, but had never felt better. I smiled at myself. “Tell him I will see him tomorrow night,” I shouted back to my mum. It had begun.