I should have know better.
His place was never home. It was never safe.
It was never a place to call home.
Especially without him.
The recollection of previous days are blurred. The familiar screams and echos on my ears. I remember sadness washing over me. Seeing him I'm bed with someone new.
I remember hearing him call my name before I walked out.
Everything else was a haze.
Consciousness slips through me. The struggle to stay awake is to strong and it's hard to keep my eyelids open. The metal blade that encloses my wrist are suffocating and cold under my bare skin.
I've never felt so weak. So powerless
He traped me into his false love. He lied to me. And now he's locked me in my own mind.
Anger sears through my veins and my knuckle turns white. My fingers grasp around the small blade.
There is nothing that can be done to free me. All attempts fail and I'm stuck bearing the pain.
I can't leave. But I can try.
My eye lids grow heavy as my grip loosens on the blade. My body grows weak.
The last thing that leaves my lips are his name.
. . . . . . . .. .
He carries me in his hands. Anxiety clutches on to every fiber of his being and his breathing is uneasy.
His shoulders hang low. They do not fall to low but low enough where he struggles to carry me.
He lays me on his bed and waits. His heads are in his hands and he didn't see me wake.
"Why am I here"
Hesitant glances are exchanged between eachother.
"You needed help, you could've died" he whispers
"Then you should of let me die"
Another moment of silence follows and he just stares.
"Your happy now" I mumble looking back up "I need to go"
He just watches you leave. His eyes are blank.
I stop at the door way. "May we meet again"
"May we meet again" he whispers
