I did this for a english thingo and I thought is sorta suited Esme, with the abusive husband when she was alive and all!! lol.
Dont own her!!!
I walk through the door.
The noisy click-clack of my shoes is all I hear,
I look in the mirror, my hair, my clothes all the way he wanted them.
I can't even see me.
The door bursts open,
My husband, home from work.
He's had a bad day, it's written plainly on his face.
I knew what he was going to do.
He advanced, I stepped back.
Unable to stop what was coming.
First he shouted, his words hurt more than any blow.
He raised his fist, and hit.
I fell to the floor.
He struck again and again.
By the time he was done I was lying, barely conscious, in a pool of blood.
Everything went black.
Review and I will give you a virtual HUG!!!!!!!