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Lena's POV:

Lena's home, Dortmund - 18u39

I was completely out of breath when I reached my, or better said our, room. I slammed the door shut, locked it, and looked around the room to see if there was anything that I could place in front of the door to make sure that he couldn't get in. I saw two chairs and I didn't even think twice before I placed them in front of the door. 

I could hear him banging on the door, but everything was a blur for me. The insults he threw at me from the other side didn't reach me. 

I felt like I was in a nightmare, but I wasn't. This was the damn hard reality. 

While I was looking around to see if there was something else that could help me to keep him outside, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes went wide when I saw the bruise on my jaw, it was dark purple. Some even would call the color black. My gaze switched to my nose, where the blood was dripping out. 

He did that. He. The man that was supposed to love me. My own boyfriend, did this to me. Because I "didn't respect him enough" and "as a consequence of my own actions". This has been going on for 8 months, and I see no way out of it. No one knows that he does this. My friends and family have noticed that I'm not happy anymore but they don't ask any questions. 

I sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. Luckily, that bastard calmed down and it seemed as if he had decided to leave. 

"What on earth did I do to deserve this?" I mumbled to myself. "Why does my life have to be so difficult?". I switched from sitting to laying, and I closed my eyes. 


I woke up after what felt like hours, and I stood up. Somehow I gathered the courage to look out of the window and I saw that his car was gone. A wave of relief came over me while I continued looking outside. 

I looked up and noticed thousands of stars decorating the black night sky. Somehow, that gave me peace. I wonder if there is anything up there that hears my silent pleads to get me out of this horrible situation. 

And as if the universe confirms my thoughts, a shooting star slowly dances in the sky. I take this as my cue to make a wish. 


"Dear universe, please send me your best guardian angel to save me"

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