°twisted°

revenge he seeks

he's back at it again with his leather jacket and blood red lighter, hell knows i was never a fighter, and i don't know if i can handle this fear any longer

i start to wonder why he's here, and then i remember a certain person calling me "dear" as he steered the car toward his house, his intoxicated breath caressing my face, i felt more safe with him than i did with..

that was why, my personal demon is just a little too possesive and he's come back for revenge after he found out about the worst night of my life, i tried to hide it, please him and tell him it was just a one night thing, drugs do that to you, he should know, after all he was the one who got me addicted to them

why can't he just go away? why did i ever let him in? the neighbors can hear my screaming all the way through the corridor, he promised me that next time he would aim for the drywall instead of my face, but things have changed, tables have turned, guns are pointed at me, knives poised ready to stab me till they are dull and it's all because he wants revenge for something i never meant to commit, but he doesn't accept second chances, and i unfortunately don't believe in miracles

A/N i know this was bad, sorry