When love is not enough

"It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone."

Rose Kennedy

Prologue

Stiffling a scream and gasping for air I woke with a start, frantically reaching for the gun I always held near. Feeling its familiar weight in my hands, I glanced around making sure that it all had been just a nightmare.

"Theres nothing there, it was just a dream." i whispered.

 Just a dream, just a dream was all I kept repeating to myself; almost believing it but not quit. Not quit. It was like all the others, them finding me, tortouring me until I begged for the end but it would never come. They would just keep beating me, laughing and sneering at me simply for being me and existing.

Slowly I lossened the grip on my revolver and rose from my bed. I was still clutching it when I dropped my head in my hands feeling so destitute. The sheets slid down my chest and pooled in my lap.

"Why does this keep happening?" I yelled out in the darkness as if the answer lay there, but I already knew why. " Your so weak J. Too weak."

Getting fustrated I yanked my hair and berated myself for my weakness even if it was just subconsciously. I had decided a long time ago to not show weakness nor fear but the nightmares always brought me back, taunting me, delightful in my weakness making me remeber the person that I once was but I refused to be ever again.

 With the nightmares came a restless feeling that never allowed me to drop my guard, not even for sleep meaning it was time to move. The further away the better but no matter how far I run, the scars will always be there, never letting me forget and always reminding me. Always

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