A Love That Kills

P R O L O G U E

I was certain that this would be the last time I endured any more torture at the hands of a woman who couldn't care less if I lived or died. The thought of leaving surfaced my mind one to many times in the past, I never felt strong enough to commit. But I finally had enough, this would be the first time I completely followed through.

I quickly threw what I could of mine that wasn't already ruined into a bag, while the girl who would soon be know as my ex yelled vile words at me.

It took me some time since all my things were scattered around the violently messy room, and it wasn't any better that the same bag I was packing kept being emptied out over and over.

"What is your problem? Why won't you just let me leave ?" I whined trying to retrieve my bag from the corner where she threw it, I was desperately trying to avoid another physical dispute, we had been fighting each other since I woke up and I was growing exhausted. But that seemed almost impossible when she was actively making her way towards me.

She tried reaching for the bag same time as I did, which led to us tugging back and forth, both of us hoping for a victory from all our efforts.

"You can't leave !" She yelled to me still refusing to loosen her grip on the bag. This was what she did, this was what excited her, this was what our relationship happened to be running off of the past six months and it drained the hell out of me. She loved the feeling of belittling the only person who would ever put up with her shit, and I hated that I let myself suffer for so long. She loved the back and forth game we typically played.

It was toxic.

I on the other hand was growing extremely tired of it, all of it; the constant ridicule, the lying, cheating and the fighting. Enough finally became enough, but of course she didn't get that. Why would she when this was always a regular day for us. We'd argue, fight , scream, and plenty of other evil things on the regular. But I knew this time I wanted it to be our last, and she'd soon figure that out.

"IM OVER DOING THE SAME SHIT WITH YOU DAY IN AND DAY OUT" I yelled out. I stopped focusing my attention on the bag she still refused to give up, it was no use. I backed up so me and her had enough space between us in case anything else transpired.

Throwing the bag at me with as much force as possible she yelled back " SO DON'T, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FUCK MAIA!"

I watched her walk out of the room swiftly, not caring much for where she disappeared to I decided to not say a word given this might've been the only chance I could use to escape. I quietly ran back over to the bag we were just fighting over throwing in any of my belongings I could recover from the disheveled room.

Looking around I actually began to notice the destruction that was caused in the midst of our multiple altercations. The curtains that once hung above the window was now draped on the ground, the dresser was missing it's drawers which happened to be on the bed that was now on the opposite side of the room from where it used to reside. The floor was covered in my clothes since she was adamant on making it hard for me to leave, water and cranberry juice which was beginning to dry from earlier; I flashed back to earlier that morning when the girl had drenched my body in water waking me up causing all this, in which I retaliated with juice, and everything that used to take place on the dresser laid on the floor, some things broken and some soaked in the fluid that covered the floor. The room looked like what their relationship slowly became.

A disaster .

Worried she would walk back in the room before I could gather what I needed, I rushed to grabbed a few more things before I myself was out the room. The back door was just a few steps from the room and the girl was no where in sight at the moment. I wasn't scared to leave, I just didn't know where she went and I really wasn't up to fighting her again. I crept along the hall which led to the door that would ultimately lead me to my freedom.