The surface of the water was far from me. Why would I even think that I could reach the surface in this toxic relationship?
So here I sit while he screamed. I tried to focus on his words but all I could focus on was that one little vein in his neck that popped out. Tears blurred my sight and I raised my arms in defense. I begged silently in my head. I pleaded for him, prayed even, for him to not hit me.
I watched the man who I believed I loved pace the room a little before circling back to me. I hugged my sides and sobbed loudly.
"SHUT THE FÙCK UP!"
My sobs immediately grew louder and I screamed for help. For someone to hear me. But as I cowered in that small corner I could only wonder why no one ever heard this.
"You think you're special, don't you? You can't even cook you worthless piece of shit!!"
And all I could do was stare out into space. I hoped and hoped that I would make it through this without drowning in my thoughts and pain.
But...as I faded further from the surface of the ocean, I realized there was no escape from the man who was about to slam his fist on my face.
My tears mixed with the salty water and sand melted through my fingers when I hit the bottom.
I was gone.
Thanks to my father.
-based on true events-
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Короткий рассказEither I saw a post on Tumblr that gave me the idea or I came up with the idea myself, just a PSA. I usually come up with plots for stories but never write them so I will 1.) Write them down in this 2.) Make a short story of it You're free to use...
