Hullo Gentle Readers,

I know this is a pretty intense ficlet, but I needed to write it and get over all of it...Writing is the best form of therapy I'm told, so I'm hoping to get rid of some demons...Well. Its not too clear on who the speaker is, but its Harry. Trust me on this. And I bet you can guess who the person he's referring to is... Don't hate me. I just needed to write this.Well, review anyway.

Thanks,
Emerin


When I pushed the couch and the recliner and the chairs and the tables infront of the door just so you couldn't get in...

When I locked my bedroom door, cowering in the corner of the room, waiting until you inevitably kicked open the door and came inside...

When I slammed against the wall, refusing to look at you, because I knew how to act when someone was yelling at me in fury...

When I flinched as you hit me across the face, knowing more of a reaction would bring more pain...

When I told my neighbors you weren't the guy I had warned them to call the cops on, seeing in your eyes the subtle look of treason and I knew I wouldn't survive this night...

When I was thrown on the bed, the ring you gave me burning sins into my finger, and you pinned me down and I kicked and I screamed and I bite and I did anything I could do just to get away from your touch...

When I stared up at you, hot tears of horror in my eyes, your fingers digging into my wrists and my lungs on fire...

When the blackness subsided and I felt your naked thighs pressed against mine, and the sharp piercing pain as you thrust into me without preparation or care...

When I bite my lip so hard just so I could think about something other than the blood dripping down my thighs and the sick sound of flesh slapping flesh...

When I stared at the wall above your shoulder, hearing your sounds of completion and whispered murmurs of gratitude and love...

When your body left mine and my skin grew damp and cold, the smell of blood and sex making sourness rise in my throat, and my mind screaming and my heart sobbing...

I watched you zip up your pants, your crisp grey eyes never leaving me and my broken body...

And you left me there...

And I cried...

That is how my soul died.