You Are The Sun To My Moon

Life sucks.

Stop it. Please. Not again. The thud of the belt on my bare skin. My face. My arms. My soul. I guess he hit it hard enough. It broke.
I woke up, sweating. I can't stop thinking about it about him. I'm glad I'm away from him though. At least the beatings have ceased. I can't stop having these vivid flashbacks. They are always different. One day I accidently spill coffee on the rug and ended up getting bruises. I always tell myself that it is not real. But the pain is real. Emotional and physical. I keep trying to break up with him but he keeps finding me and beating me harder. I get up and think about making some coffee, but after the dream I just had I decided not to. The doorbell rings. I go over to the door and look through the peep hole and see him. No. No. God please no. Not him. Anyone but him. I open the door slowly. He pushes past me and yells, "Bitch you think you can get away from me?!"
I look at him, my eyes full of fear. "I-I'm s-sorry."
"SORRY IS'NT FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH BITCH!" In a flash, a sharp pain crawled across my cheek. He had slapped me. I look up at him.
"I w-will n-never do it a-again! I'm so-sorry! Please don't hurt me!" I plead.
"FUCKING SPEAK LIKE A NORMAL PERSON WHORE!" he yelled. "However..." It seemed like eternity before he continued. He looked at me. His eyes were filled with a softness that looked like it never hardens. He smiled. His smile was the reason I forgave him again and again.
"I do love it when you beg." he smirked.
God no. Please. No. Anything. Anything but this.
"But that won't help now."
Fuck.
He slapped me. It stung like a mad hornet. He kicked me so hard in my shins. The pain in my legs was almost as bad as the pain in my heart. I lay on my side, knowing not to fight. It will only make it worse. He kicked me in the side. Over and over. His fists collided with my face. My arms. My chest. I hear cracking. It is like I can hear the cracking of my heart. All of a sudden he stops. He pulls my aching body up, pulling me into a hug. As his body pressed against mine, I forgive him. He tells me that he is sorry and that he will never do it again. He puts on his coat, kisses me then leaves. I sigh, getting some towels to clean up the blood left on the tile. After that is done I look in the bathroom mirror. There are already blue bruises starting to form. I sat down and started to cry. I feel disgusted with myself. How can I love the man who abuses me? I feel depressed. Sickened with myself. I take out the small container in the back of my cabinet . I open the small grey box. Razor blades. I smile. I take them out of the box. I start sliding them across my wrists. As the blood starts pouring out, I hear the key in the door. But I don't care anymore. Its too late. I see Michael step into the bathroom. As my vision gets blurry, I see him crying on the phone. He takes my head in his hands and holds me.
"Shhhh." he says. "Please don't die on me Diana. Please. I need you." I hear more voices enter the apartment as my world turns black.

A/N
Hey! So this is my first OK fanfic! IDK if I'm going to keep doing this but we will see! Love y'all,
Nat