DISCLAIMER: I do not own glee or anything related.
Three years ago to the day. I can still recall the perfect day when him and I said our vows. It was all fine and dandy in the beginning, but after a year, I noticed a change in him. A big change. He wasn't a big drinker at first; he slowly started to become an alcoholic. With the help of Puck, he also became a drug addict.
Not long after that, he started hitting me. There was no reason for his doings. He thought it was all fun and games. He never realized how much he was hurting me.
When the beatings and rapes became a regular thing, I started cutting myself. Not for depression reasons. I started to keep a tally, counting how many times he did it. The left side of my body is marked for beatings. It has seventy-two scars. The right is for rapes. It has forty. This was for when I ever escaped my torture prison and was able to tell a police officer what happened and how many times it happened. But, sadly, I have not been able to get out of here.
I am still forced to wear my wedding ring, even though I mentally divorced him when he started. I feel this will never end. I feel like I'm stuck in a never-ending shadow of darkness and no one can save me from its clutches.