Ashamed, I lied there while gathering all that was left of me. I never thought words held as much power. Every word that she let out fell on my face like a stone, breaking all that I held myself to be.
She tampered both my self-confidence and reverence for her.
As I looked at my arms, I saw bruises that were established from her nails. She dug them on my skin while attacking me. I had never seen Madeline like that before. Why did she do that? Where did that agitation come from?
There were no answers, but several questions that stared on my face like monsters. I was scared to look even at my own reflection. Regardless of how I felt, I had to move away from this place that served as the tool to enhance my trauma. While lying on that bed, I relived the torment over and over aga……
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