Waking up…I’ve dreaded this moment since last night when I was praying to fall asleep. At least when I’m sleeping he is leaving me alone. I don’t want to open my eyes in fear that he is still in the room. Even if he isn’t he seems to know when I’m awake anyways. I opened my eyes a little and took a peek. He isn’t in the room and the door is closed. I opened my eyes slowly and took a breath of relieve, looking down at myself I felt ashamed and embarrassed. He had left me as exposed as I was when I made myself fall asleep. My chest was exposed to the coldness, my bra having been cut off and pushed aside. I lift my head up and looked at my ribs, through the blood I could see the 5 cuts he had made on me, four vertical and the fifth diagonally across them, trying to cover myself up by trashing
