Mine. Forever.
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When I woke up, I was on the basement floor. My clothes were ripped and my lower half was naked. There was blood everywhere and everything hurt. I don't know what happened exactly and I can't tell if that's better or worse than having to remember it.
As I laid there for what felt like hours, trying to will my body to move, to just get up off the damp concrete floor, the memories started coming back to me. Like flashes from a horror movie. my mind started piecing some of the night's events together.
The anger that turned into devilish pride on my mother's face as she bloodied mine...
The uncaring, sadistic smile on her face when she pushed me down the stairs...
The dark looming figure of a man's silhouette surround by darkness stalking towards me slowly. Getting closer and closer with every drawn out blink as I tried to remain conscious...
The weight on my chest and the hot breath in my ear...
The whispers of sweet nothings in my ear...
I laugh bitterly to myself internally, waves of nausea rolling through my body, as his words circulate through my mind.
Still beautiful.
So pretty.
Mine...
Forever...
Thinking about the gravity of those last two words has the tears falling from my bruised and swollen eyes like a waterfall. It hurts and it burns and only adds to my pain, but really nothing hurts more than the idea that this is how I would spend the rest of my life.
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