// hey guys. so this is the prologue of a fanfiction I may end up writing if I get enough good feedback. so maybe read over it and comment below what you thought, and if there's anything!
I hope you enjoy.
- - - - I was simply seventeen; still a mere child trying to navigate my way through this hell they call life. The strong scent of hard liquor wafted through his gritted teeth, his hands covered in dirt as he gripped onto my delicate hand. He was a drunk. It was simple as that. People say I should have left when the relationship had barely begun, but they didn't know how impossible that was. Yet I continued to remain content. It was nice to find someone who actually loved me, even if his love may be interpreted to others as abuse. I needed him to show me right and wrong, and maybe a little blood spilled to the floor wasn't so bad if you learned from it. Sometimes he would trap me in his bedroom for the majority of the day, four locks on the door so I wouldn't leave. It was just him being protective. He loved me and didn't want me to see how awful the world could be. I was all his. But now I regret not speaking up. I regret giving in to being treated in such a poor manner. Now there's no way out. Bruises will fade but the trauma remains forever. What I thought was love turned into an emotion I can't even describe. It's romantic in such a tragic way. The definition of romance is excitement and mystery associated with love itself. As time went on, what was supposed to be excitement turned into dread. The mystery turned into anxiety. I feel like a failure for letting him into my heart. The heart of a child is fragile, and now it's broken. I still smile. I still laugh. I still walk hand in hand with him down the street, happily chatting with him like any normal lovebirds you might see. But when the doors are closed with no one to see, it all becomes twisted. My vision turns to black and blue.
