Its My First One So Please Dont Be Too Mean =]
I Just Wrote This Quickly When I Was Bored. Please R&R =]
Punch after punch they fell on me.
I couldn't see, I could hardly breathe anymore. I tried to scream out at him, but no words ever made it off my lips. Why me? Why? I thought we were so good together. I just couldn't understand. I curled up into as much as a ball as I could, my arms defensively over my head. I could feel sharp tears spill over my cheeks. The pain was too much to take, everywhere was in agony, I couldn't feel one of my arms. It felt like at least one of my ribs was broken.
So much hate, how could he have so much hate for me? I thought he loved me, I thought… I thought, I thought, they all drained away, I couldn't think straight; I tried to concentrate on the slow rhythm of my breathing. In, out, in, out. Still the punches came, still his feet found my crippling body, still the pain came. I was drifting, and I knew it, drifting away, far away. I was scared that if I closed my eyes I would never wake up.
So much hate, so much pain. Finally the violence subsided, I heard him run. Let him run, let him go. I didn't know why but I didn't care, I never wanted to see his face ever, ever again. What I would have called a scream if it didn't sound so much like a grunt escaped my lips as I tried to move. I gave up with that plan. I couldn't take the pain anymore, my eye lids were heavy, I ached so much, no part of my body didn't cause me agony. Why? That's all I could think. Why so much anger? Why so much hate? Why me? Why him? Why us? Why? I could feel my eyes closing, and I was gone, far away.