Hopes & Dreams

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Happy Endings are for fairy tales and Korean massage parlors.

I mean everyone has stress sometimes. But not everyone gets a break. Some people get down and instead of getting helped out of the hole they were in, some asshole gives them a ladder made of spaghetti painted to look like a metal one.

Take a step into my world for a second.

His hands on your hips whispering softly in your ear. You're shaking, you're nervous, you know you don't want to have sex but- his hand rubs against a bruise, a bruise he inflicted. You wince. If you say no he will hit you again.

He pushes you against the wall and places his member at your entrance.

No.

A tear forms in the corner of your eye, but you can't show that, not to him. He pushes himself inside you slightly. "Stop." you whisper holding back a whimper. He doesn't. It's your fault. You asked him to be your boyfriend.

You are the one who came to his house.

You feel a pressure as he pushes himself further inside you. You can't hold it back anymore. A tear falls down your cheek. A sharp sting is the next thing you feel. He slapped you.

"It's your fault." He yells. Slapping you again.

But of course he's relentless and only cares about making himself happy. He picks you up by your throat and throws you on his bed. He goes again pushing himself deep inside you. You feel a pressure in the pit of your stomach. You want to vomit but you haven't eaten in days, he said you were getting fat so you starved yourself for him. You close your eyes, maybe if you go to your happy place you can convince yourself that this isn't happening and forget it all.

You can't breathe. His hand is right around your throat. You think he is gonna loosen his grip soon. He doesn't. His grip gets tighter, you struggle for air, you grab at his hands but his grip only gets tighter.

You stop struggling.

"It's your fault." Is the last thing you hear before everything goes black.

You wake up. Even though you wished you didn't.

Sometimes you wished you would have ended your life sooner.

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