Dark eyes slipped closed again, and
I heaved a sigh. He'd done it again.
Every time that happens, I feel
like I'm going to die a little bit more, like there's nothing to live for,
like life was slowly slipping away from me every time he grabbed me, every
time…
Every experience tore more and more of me away.
He'd made me strip in front of the
mirror today, made me watch, see the damage he'd done – I looked…
I looked so old.
A thousand years of pain and heartbreak
glinted in ocean eyes, dark circles around them, bruises here and there…
I hadn't eaten in days.
Couldn't keep anything down.
Get up, damn you. Someone could come in here, see you, and…
I only hope someone does come in.
Of course – he's bluffing.
The door's locked, and…
GET UP.
It's then he picked me up, glaring,
swearing….
Throwing me back in there.
Everything with him – was violent.
It wasn't like…
-*-
"Are you sure…" He'd been so
completely gentle with me to that point, not wanting to do anything wrong,
not wanting to scare me…
I knew he had a lot more experience
in this department, but…
"Reese?"
"Yeah…?"
"You…you're okay with this, right?
I don't…want to if…"
I never would have thought he would be this sensitive about things, about making sure that I was completely okay with this, even if I really didn't have a clue what I was doing…
"Yeah."
"Um…I'll still love ya and stuff…if…"
"I'm fine."
"Okay."
-*-
It had been – everything. It
was something that I couldn't describe, but wanted to feel this very moment.
Because then…I'd felt…
Safe.
Not…broken.
Not being screamed at because I couldn't get up, because my body was simply too weak to move much more.
Because somewhere…I was dying.
No one knows I'm here.
I'm dying.
They'll never find me.
I'll never see my brother again.
I'll never see…
The more I lay here, the more…
It fades away.
