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I Have a Tendency to Hurt Myself He SaysThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Egoist | |
| Wednesday, 23 January 2008 | |
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Share it:      He only reached out his hand and smiled at me. It was raining between the alleys. He didn’t seem honest about his smile. I only leaned against the side of the building as I stared into his empty eyes. My clothes had been ripped from his hands, and my hair had been destroyed from his shove, and my fingers bled from his strength. I feared him, as he smiled. Every time this was to happen, he always beats me up, I decide not to argue with him, but even when I don’t I find myself bleeding anyway. He opened his lips, “Now this time don’t argue, you know I don’t like it when you argue.” I know, but I do it because I believe he is unfair. I am unable to leave him because of his offense upon me. I could feel my legs getting weaker from the poundings I had just taken. On him, you couldn't nearly view any blood, except the scratch near his mouth, but the rain was slowly taking care of its visibility. I on the other, seemed to share the beatings from a train wreck. He must have still believed I was beautiful though, because he still reached for me. My one eye was swollen shut as for the same side of my mouth. I could hardly keep my legs steady, and I’m sure the piss was visible now. His hand was still out, even after three minutes, but his smile has gotten bigger. He knows I was going to go to him. I had nowhere better to go. “Come here, I’ll walk us home,” He smiled, we were only college students, but we shared the same apartment. Well, he was a 4.0 student, I was nothing. I attended no college, I wanted to go into acting. I tried to open my mouth, but my lips had been dried to closing. I couldn’t speak either, I suffered my way to only exhaling, “No,” but it didn’t matter since the rain out-noised my failing voice. I had no choice, he’s noticed I just tried to respond but didn’t succeed. I flopped my side to my back, against the wall, then twisted my body to face the other way. I would rather die, than be with him for the rest of my life. He noticed I began to step in the opposite direction. “Hey, hey where are you going? Where are you going?!” He started to lower his hand, and his smile had strikingly changed into the sharpest frown. “Get the **** back here! You have no where else to go, get the Hell over here!” I could hear him stomping for me, but I only began to slide against the wall faster. I was doomed, there was no way I’d be able to out run him. He grabbed my shoulder finally, and threw me back. “Who the fuck are you?!” I started to cry as he bruised my ribs with his foot. He screamed and yelled at me, and beat my ribs and stomach. I could hear a couple of them break, and as I used my one wrist, since I couldn’t feel the other one, I lost control of the new one too. It was useless, I should just take it, since I wouldn’t feel it in a little bit. He always ends suddenly with his fake smile. A door opened! Oh thank God, I heard a voice, it sounded strong! Out of the blurriness from my one eye, I saw my boyfriend run away and a new man came up to me. He looked so sweet, even though thirty years past my age, and six times my size. But I believe he arrived too late. He tried to protect me from the rain as he called police from his cell phone. Though I already knew, soon I would fail to exist. Atleast in my last bit of life, he was no where in sight. Copyright 2008 Egoist |
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