(A/N: I have just decided this story is probably very confusing…when I re-read it, it seemed confusing, so if you have any problems just ask in your review or send me a message and I'll reply and hopefully answer your questions!)
'Why are you like this? Why can't you be a normal, loving husband?' I screamed at him
'You stupid skank! This is the most love you will ever get! This is all you deserve you whore!' he yelled back, throwing something at me. I didn't see what it was due to the tears blurring my eyes.
'No! You arrogant prick! I've done everything I can for you! Everything! I left blood in places hoping you'd become concerned, instead you became more abusive! Why ca-'I was cut off when he slapped me across the face
'Shut up! Just shut up you slut!' he yelled kicking me in the stomach, as I'd fallen to the floor crying and sobbing, begging even, for him to stop…
Finally, bruised, bloodied, broken and crying, I stood up.
'You want me to shut up?' I asked him, in a deathly calm voice punctuated only by my occasional sobs.
I walked into the kitchen, with him following closely behind.
I picked up the sharpest knife from the block and held it in front of me.
'Put it down. Just put it down, please' he asked, stepping closer as if he was trying to get the knife off of me.
'No. You wanted me to shut up…so I will…Forever!'
With those final words I plunged the knife deep into my stomach.
The last thing I remember hearing before I blacked out…well died I guess…was me screaming from the pain…and relief that it was finally over…
Well, I guess I finally got what I wanted…I really did end up screaming to be heard…
(A/N: Well this is the second last chapter and all I beg is that you pleeeeease review! I appreciate all of them! Thank you!)