I feel their eyes on me, staring holes into my soul. I'm on my hands and knees, looking at the stained floor beneath me. My body heaves as I take in ragged breaths, my whole body hurts and blood trickles down my chin.
I look up in front of me. His burning gaze fills me with fear, regret and guilt and I look back down. I clench my teeth and ball my hands into fists.
The knife in my hand feels heavy, as does my entire being. How long have I been at this? Too long… I want to stop. Give up. Go back to the way things used to be… But something inside me doesn't want to let me and I don't know what it is or why it's doing this. Tears fall down my cheeks and fall on the floor mixing with the blood that's pouring from the wounds he's inflicted on me.
I struggle back into a standing position and face him… My heart breaks all over again when I see his face. He looks at me sadly, like he wants to give up too… I'm bruised and bleeding, beaten and defeated. And yet, he somehow looks to be in more pain than me…