March 31, 2011 at 01:43 pm
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Despair | Relationships | Abuse
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Please DON'T look FOR Me!!!!!
She sat crouched in the darkest corner of the closet in the house. Covered her body with dirty clothes, praying he wouldn’t find her out. Panic thoughts swam swiftly, white water surging through her mind. She could hear his footsteps falter as he stopped outside the door. As if a tornado, the door screamed out in pain as it was thrown against the wall, she raised arms of surrender as she thought of her girls. She would give her life to protect them from him.
Verbal lashings began in privacy. Turning into the blackest storm of rage you have ever seen. Each day she stood in silence as her self confidence and respect were stripped and burned at the stake. She silently bore his accusations, self defense not a choice. Past experience pursed her lips to save her from further pain. Each time it happened, fear scarred her mind. Sharpened knives sliced through her heart. Any soul she once had, left no passage back.
Hands in deep anger forced her into submission. Burning finger tips bruised her as she was caught unaware. If you looked at her physically, for the bruises were under her sleeves, there were no signs of the pain or agony she felt. Her mind took the abuse. Verbally he went to war against her as a traitor of? She was defenseless against his weapons. After each attack a speech he made, I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again. I’m getting better don’t you think?” Promises an illusion pacifier to whom? The monster screamed her name, as it attacked her defenseless. His anger pursued her as if she were a fox in a chase. Nightmare horror shows, riddled her thoughts as she laid sleepless feelings doused in terror rose inside her as she crept out of the bed. Her sweat coursed down her face, nightgown completely soaked as terror flooded her heart. Outside the door she almost fell in haste down the steps.
Panic led her to use drugs to numb her manic mind. Guilt rode her strongly, a role model she was NOT. She wore a cowardess’ cape. Her mind had been torn in half. Now calloused beyond recognition, her feelings hidden away, emotions and love left her to find another.
Knowing no other way out, she picked up her girls from school and fled.
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