I could still feel his hands around my neck,
His fingernails digging into the sides, almost piercing the skin.
I could still see the anger in his eyes,
The anger that looked like he wanted to do a whole lot more than just strangle me.
I could hear my baby sister crying in the background,
I wanted to go to her and tell her everything was okay,
But I knew it wasn't.
I remember how my back was slammed onto the cold wood of the door,
I remember clutching the door knob trying to release some of the pain.
I could see my mother standing there,
No emotion in her eyes as she watched her new husband strangle her teenage daughter,
It was almost as if she was frozen, almost as if she didn't want to do anything about it.
I could feel the pounding from the other side of the door,
As my brother was trying to get to me,
To help me.
