Have you ever been in a position where you must choose whether to keep fighting for your life or just give up and be done with it? I have. Twice actually. For the second time in my short life l am lying in a hospital bed trying to figure out if I should keep going, keep fighting for a right to breathe on this earth or let go and give someone the space I am occupying. What would you do? What would you do if you barely survived the first time and now you have to do it all over again? What should I do? It’s the million dollar question I suppose. I am not weak. Not anymore. But making this decision is way out of my league.

-Completed- “You are an asshole.” “Oh honey, I am way worse than that,” he says looking straight into my eyes and closes the distance between us with just few steps. “And you will find out just how much worse,” he says while taking hold of my neck and backing me against the wall. All air leaves my lungs as his hard body presses against mine and his intoxicating scent consumes me. My brain stops working but my body is very much alert. I can feel him smelling my hair and his body tensing against mine. I should hate this. I should hate him. I try to take deep breath to calm myself but my lungs flunk me. “Why,” I whisper with a shaky voice. “Because revenge has no rules,” he says releasing me from his hold and turns his back on me. “You are just collateral.” *** Gianna Hayes had simple life she built for herself. Home that gave her all the peace and quiet she needed. Family who was there for her. Job that let her travel the world. Until her name was handed to a man who was not supposed to know about her existence. To a man who took what he wanted. Who he wanted. When he wanted. He took her. He changed her. He ravaged her.