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I'm looking into the mirror... I see the face of a defeated woman staring back at me. How did it come to this? The bruises look awful and FEEL even worse! It's stupid, but I had no idea a fractured cheekbone was THIS painful!

He did it again, like he always does. I know now, when I see that look on his face... that cruel face... he's going to hurt me again!

It may sound weird, but sometimes the fear of getting beaten is worse than the actual beating itself! But other times... like last time... NOTHING can prepare me for his brutality!

It wasn't always like this. I remember when we first met... it was new years eve. Our eyes met from across the room, like in one of those sappy chick-flicks. I couldn't believe my eyes... SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL!!

I walked over and we started talking, I couldn't believe how well we were hitting it off! Before I knew I was in a relationship with the most beautiful girl I'd ever set eyes on! It really was too good to be true!

No really... it was! I learned very quickly she was as stubborn as a mule! Anything I wanted from her was always too much to ask! "What the Fuck!?" I thought "I'm her boyfriend! NOTHING should be too much to ask!"

Now I've always had a temper, and I've always struggled to control it. And whenever she would whine about doing something a girlfriend is SUPPOSED to do... I'd just fucking lose it on her... I had to take her to hospital quite a few times... We used to tell the doctors she fell down the stairs...

I really don't see how it's my fault, she was ALWAYS ASKING FOR IT!! Other than that though, I was quite happy in my relationship with her. And in the end, isn't that all that matters?

Well, a few months ago we were coming home from a friends house. I'd had a little too much to drink so I made her drive, she whined about being tired, but I soon put a stop to that!

Anyway, 15 minutes into the journey I fell asleep in the passenger seat. Little did I know, THAT THE DUMB BITCH FELL ASLEEP TOO!! I awoke to the sound of a truck's horn... quickly followed by the feeling of mangled metal tearing through my vital organs as the same truck ploughed into the car on the passenger side...

I don't remember anything after that... next thing I knew... I was here... looking into the mirror... seeing the face of a defeated woman... my girlfriend... staring back at me....

I hear him approaching... He'll kick the door down... like he always does... and hurt me... like he always does...

This is my life now... I guess for eternity... Sometimes I wish he'd beat me to death, but I'm not sure that's even possible here...

All I know is one thing... It's Hell being a woman...

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