She was alone, isolated, ever since he came into her life...the once sun of her day became the darkness of her life.
She was scared so scared because of him,
everything he had done to her hurt her so much, mentally and physically; Her mind was blank and fractured, corrupted from the many lies and games he played with her...her body was the worst of it. It was downright the physical representation of pain and suffering the most prominent being her arms and lower regions of her body.
The pain didn't matter to her anymore, she was now numb from all the years of this constant cycle. She was just embarrassed...she didn't want anyone to see like this, she looked terrible she felt disgusting and most of all trapped. How could she ever escape this prison if the person she loves kept her there? The sun was always blocked from the windows of the once humble adobe, it was comforting once but now she felt compromised with the bars that kept her hidden from the outside world.
But she remembered that it wasn't always like this, she was once happy....he was different; but something had changed, his actions and language were harsh to her like it meant to hurt her and it did, but surely he didn't mean it.
He was once caring and he surely still is but he's just stressed and that's it, it was probably her fault anyways that he was like this...she did something, she always provoked him, it was all her fault, like he told her.
So she believed it and went on with until she just couldn't, he had finally broke her and used her for what he wanted.
One day he had left for work or so he stated but she noticed the he always came back with a different smell, that of alcohol and perfume; but that didn't matter to her anymore, since the first time she commented on it and what happened to her afterwards. She still vividly remembers that no matter how much she tried to block it to forgot, like the rest of the memories with him...but she couldn't, and that was first time she was ever afraid of him, of what he capable of.
After all those years and constant use she thought she would get used to it that he would change that she needed to be with him because she was nothing without him, as he told her many years ago. The many painful thoughts and anguish she felt overwhelmed her, and pushed her to edge, the poor would was desperate and wanted to end it.
....So that night she did.
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She was fragile like most people are, and taken advantage of by a beautiful thing such as love and it's expectations. She found him and loved him dearly, but he broke her, he was ruthless and heartless. She did not deserve this but then again, the decision of whether or not one deserves something does not determine the actions that horrible people make. Be wise they said, the signs are clear they said, but the blindness caused by love makes one ignore it and the end result it always devastating in one way or another.
She ended her life that night but he had ended it years ago.
He had isolated her to keep her safe, but he had actually trapped her.
She had loved him, he hurt her, he broke her.
If only someone could have helped, but who?
How can one help in dire circumstance such as this?
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