Falling Under
Everything was dark and damp. The cerement floor had me shaking violently. I wished I was back in my bed, watching a hopeless romance movie and cuddling up with him. Instead, I have to lay here and wonder if I will ever make it home alive.
I hoped that he would never come back. Just keep me breathing a little longer. I guess he just lost it and grabbed the first person he saw. I was just walking down the street and felt a prick in my side. Next thing I knew I was in this room, tied up and my clothes were shredded. I didn't know what I did to deserve this.
My breathing was speeding up. I knew he was coming, I could hear his footsteps echoing in the hallway. The door creaked open and I curled into a ball in the corner. He laughed deeply and stared at me.
As he walked to me, he whispered “You're beautiful. You know that?”
I felt disgusted. I crawled in my skin and spit at him. His eyes widened and he took out a kitchen knife from his belt. I began to pray. I was never the religious type but I prayed whatever I could remember from my mother. I felt the sting on my stomach, my breathing started to get shallow. I felt my heart beat slow down. I watched the river of blood flow around my feet. I was cold. I slowly closed my eyes, imagined his face and whispered “I love you Codes.” right before my body stiffened. Heaven is so bright even when death was so dark.
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