One
Did I hate her? Maybe a little. But that was her fault. We used to love each other, but she managed to mess it all up. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault.
Two
It was electrifying, the feeling of power. One day I could just stop her breathing if I wanted to. Just snap my fingers and oxygen would just stop flowing in her body. I could kill her.
Three
I've been told I'm insane. But I'm not. IM NOT. So I wrapped my fingers around her pretty throat and showed her insane. She didn't deserve to breathe anyway.
Four
She wears long sleeves now, like people won't see the beautiful bruises I made. She acts like she doesn't feel them, the cuts and dark marks. But she isn't numb, I'll show her.
Five
I hated her. She tried to act innocent and not at fault. BUT THIS IS ON HER. This is on her.
Six
She better keep her mouth shut. She better stop crying. Those are MY floors and she is ruining them with her blood. STOP TALKING. STOP TALKING. STOPTALKING.
Seven
If she stops, I'll hit her. She cleans and cleans the glass I broke. Sometimes she'll get a cut and stop or she will start crying again, but when I raise my voice she knows to shut up. So she keeps cleaning.
Eight
She smiles though. Its not real. ITS NOT REAL. I'm the one who makes her happy. I'm the one she needs. If she slips and tells, ill end her. She will be sorry if she does.
Nine
She tells people she falls. Those are a lot of falls she's had. She tried to lock everything away, but I can tell. She is so close.
Ten
Blood flows across the floor. It's covering it. Like a painting. Her painting. I loved paintings. She's like a painting. She's breathing in and out, so desperately. Did I do this? Did I make her bleed? No. No I couldn't have. I love her. I love her. She deserved it? She deserved it. I didn't want to do this. But she deserved it.
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
STOP LOOKING AT ME!
Close your goddamn eyes.
Please, I'm so sorry.
Sleep.
Please, it won't hurt if you sleep
I love you.
Stop.
Stop looking at me!
I'm sorry, please stop.
Go to sleep.
Close your eyes.
Sleep.
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General Fictiona.buse; verb treat (a person or an animal) with cruelty or violence, especially regularly or repeatedly "I don't know why he hated me. It wasn't always like this. Maybe it was my fault. Maybe it was his. It doesn't matter."
