A/N: This one is sad. Sorry. But I was listening to sad songs. Note to self: sad songs+ 2:00 am= ugh.. this.
Pain courses through you, numbing cells as it advances on its psychotic rampage. Your breaths come out shorter and shallower.
The edges of your vision bur uncontrollably, and you realize with a start they are tears. You wipe them away furiously, livid at the mere THOUGHT that the evil droplets of salt would even DARE to spill down your cheeks.
Tears show weakness. Weakness isn't something you deserve.
Tears are just showing that you didn't choose to be strong. That's something you couldn't show.
You gritted my teeth and tried to follow the advice you'd been oh-so unknowingly given.
Just.
Keep.
Breathing.
As long as you did that, no one would have to know how stupidly breakable you really were.
You were strong.
You are strong.
The cracks appearing were just another sign of how fragile you'd become.
Another wave of pain assaults your already aching limbs, and it brings you to your knees.
Why?
Why do you deserve to be so self-pitying?
The answer- you don't.
The evil voices have driven that fact into your mind enough times.
Just think of all the lives you've ruined. This thought gives you strength you desperately need.
You make no more noise.
You give no more satisfaction.
Because there was no way you could fix your wrongs. This was your punishment.
You deserve this punishment.
The final blow- and your final punishment has come.
A/N: Where the freaking crap did that come from? Did she/ he die? Why did I write she/he? I know very well who it was… gosh. Ugh, well… hmm… HOW COME EVERY ONE OF MY ABUSE STORIES TURN OUT DUMB? Ugh.
REVIEWS MAKE ME HAPPY.
And that's kinda hard to do now a days.