He gasped loudly. I flinched as he tried to touch the scar.
I had more of course. They said a number of words—slut, bitch, mine.
Mine, mine, mine. It was carved everywhere.
I saw it every time I looked in the mirror. I saw it when I got dressed in the morning. I saw it when I showered. I saw it everywhere.
I didn't mention this of course. He was already on the verge of tears because of one word etched in my skin. Who knows how he'd react when he saw each and every word engraved there forever.
It was a reminder, that's what Jason always said. A label claiming me for himself.
The memory of my cries of pain made my throat burn. My skin screamed as I remembered the knife digging into my skin.
He stayed silent as if I was the one supposed to talk. What was I supposed to say anyway?
"I'm so sorry,"
"Pity isn't going to help at all,"
"I'm sorry,"
"What's there to apologize for?"
He didn't say anything so I continued.
"You didn't carve the word into my skin,"
"I wasn't apologizing for that,"
"Then what the hell were you apologizing for?"
I laughed weakly in a horrible attempt to lighten the mood.
"I'm apologizing for not doing this sooner,"
And somehow his lips found there way onto mine.
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AY ITS THE AUTHOR!!
Sorry this sucks but ya know.
Anyway what I was going to say was that I am in no way trying to romanticize this at all. I know that many women are or have been in abusive relationships and I know that it's horrible and can ruin your life and I really don't want anyone to be offended.
ON A HAPPY NOTE CHRISTMAS AND THANKSGIVING ARE COMING WHOOP WHOOP!!
peace out suckas
- Claire
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