She sat alone in the cold dark room, shivering as tears slid down her beaten face, not making a sound as tears rocked through her sore body.

She wrapped her arms around herself wincing slightly as she squeezed her bruised sides and possibly cracked rip.

"Help me," she hoarsely whispered; her throat sore from screaming.

That was the lat time she ever spoke, she now knew how much pain talking could, would cause her.

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She saw him watching her from across the crowded room.

She closed her eyes, a single tear making it's way down her cheek.

She stood up, opening her eyes and walked out the room knowing full well he was following her.

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She felt him grab her shoulders from behind and roughly push her against the cold brick wall.

He pressed his mouth to hers and forcefully shoved his tongue down her throat.

She closed her eyes, she knew from experience there was no point in fighting him.

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"Just speak to me please, I could help you."

A few months ago she would have gladly accepted the offer but now she just turned away, unwilling to cause herself even more pain.

"Please just say something, let me help you."

She stood up and left, she was already in trouble even though she hadn't said a thing, she could feel his cold glare on her as she left.

Help was not offered to her again.

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For once she found herself completely alone, so she finally aloud herself to cry.

She made no sound as she cried, hidden beneath the strong branches of the oak tree, although she was alone she couldn't risk making a sound and getting caught.

Ten minuets later he found her. Broken bones unlike bruises were not easily hid.

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She wasn't always like this, she thought as she said at the object on the rickety table.

She used to smile and laugh, she hadn't done either of those things in years.

She used to have friends, she used to talk.

If she was honest though, it didn't start with him, no it was before that. It started when she picked up that knife after an argument.

Not all the scars on her body were from him.

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She put her trembling fingers to her face, they came away sticky with blood and tears.

No more, she thought, after tonight it will be over.

"I'll be free" she whispered, those being the first words she'd said in a long time.

And for the first time in years a smile crept onto her face.

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Her body was found by the cleaner days later.

The cleaner screamed.

At her funeral everyone cried.

The flowers were red.

It was raining, the path was muddy.

They all said they blamed themselves.

Truthfully they all blamed her.

Even he let a few tears escape when they lowered her body into the ground, for the first time he felt something like remorse.