"Give it up. You're a failure, just go to sleep."
He pulls me toward the bed.
"No!" I scream, "I won't let you win!"
He shoves me to the ground.
"You can't stop me." He says.
I gasp for air. Tears streaming down my face. There has to be something, some way to end this nightmare.
With a deep breath, I start singing at the top of my lungs.
"You tell me I've been made free
You give me everything I need
To walk in my dreams
You whisper words that free my soul
You're the reason I have hope
You're everything I need and more
You make me...
Free!"
It doesn't come out very pretty and my throat is kind of sore, but it drowns out his voice. For the moment I can ignore him.
For the rest of the night, I sing him away. But now it's time to go to bed.
In the silence and darkness, something snaps. The ache that has been growing in my chest all day refuses to be ignored any longer. I rollover so that I am face down on my pillow.
"You're ugly and worthless," he croons like a lullaby, "tomorrow is just as hopeless."
He's right and I know it. There's no point in denying what I know to be true. I fall asleep to the sound of his voice and the salt of my tears.
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When You Come Back
Teen Fiction"I'm back" he whispered softly in my ear. I winced and tried to pull away, but it was too late. His strong arms wrapped me in a hug. Slowly my body relaxed and accepted his embrace. He was back.
