He stands by the trees, the tress that she used to love but doesn't anymore.
She couldn't love them anymore because of Him.
He stands impatient waiting to seize her again.
He holds her hand as they walk deeper into the swampy forest.
She stops once.
Terrible mistake.
He pulls her towards Him and slaps her.
"Don't want your secret getting out now."
Once he feels comfortable that nobody can see, He pushes her down and does it for the twelfth time.
She cries and cries thinking that she hates herself, that she's ugly... Knowing that she's ugly.
"See you tomorrow." He says walking away.
At home, she knows this has to end, and she tries to end it.
She sits in the tub and takes her box cutter and makes fresh rivers into her arm, into her stomach, and into her thighs and calves.
With the water running she feels the sting; it tells her she's still alive.
Her eyebrows furrow, and she tries again until she hears the familiar sound of her mother entering the house.
And she thinks to herself, better finish it tomorrow.
