(TW: abuse)

CRASH!

I grunt in agony as more shards delightfully let themselves enter their way through my arms. Shattering. Destroying. Killing me each time. I was so numb, so horribly numb that all I could feel were the salty tears reaching my lips as fear pounded against my ribcage so violently I thought I would explode. Who would’ve thought that this? This is love? What even is love? Just some bullshit fantasy that I genuinely believed in. I oddly feel myself laugh a bit, exhausted, gripping to the door of a bathroom stall, staining it a crimson red each time I grab it in pain. My lungs are so desparately craving for air but I’m unsuccessful as my body is so bruised and battered, all I can do is painfully swallow the terror threatening to choke me.

“THE FUCK YOU LAUGHING AT BITCH?!” he yells smashing another bottle of beer.

I would’ve never imagined such an unfortunate and dramatic ending for myself, I thought he would be good to me.. maybe we would’ve lived in a small cottage faraway from the city, where the greenery lies, with picturesque views of the starlight and a garden so huge we could have picnics everyday! Maybe we would’ve had our two children and then live our lives together till old age.. oh what a splendid life that would be. What a marvellous dream. Dream.. Somehow, when I mouth the words on my lips I feel a small slither of hope that maybe I will wake up in my bed tomorrow, unharmed. Even when I’m living my last moments my imagination will run wild. Run far away that I’m lost in something so magical and fantastic. But its not real. It never is. It never will be. If I could run right now I would, with all my power and strength but I can’t even bring myself to stand up.

BAM!

One powerful, lethal hit, maybe a kick, but I’m so relieved it’s over. I feel like I’m in surgery, just asleep, relaxed.

The crimson red is now a lake, so shiny, such a rich and deep colour, pooling around my body, I can feel it ,warm and wet, drenching my once perfectly washed clothes. I’m bathing in it and it feels so good. So damn good. My bleary eyes start to close. The faint noises of panicked screams begin. Frantic footsteps. Little do they know, its all too late. All. Too. Late.

And here I lie, on what was once the pristine marble grounds, now filled with my blood, sweat and tears… dead