World of Lies

Sweet Relief

I laid in a pool of my own blood as I listened to the door shut. The blood was oozing out of my back and stomach. My back was split open three times from where they whipped me because I wouldn't stop screaming as they carved into my stomach with an old pocket knife. I was glad they were gone for now, I don't think I could have taken much more. Between being raped and the beatings I was loosing energy fast.

The door swung open and a man entered. He had dark brown hair, a small nose, and a square jaw line.

The man pulled me to my feet and slammed me against the wall. He moved in so close to my face that our noses almost touched. He had green eyes and I could smell beer on his breath.

"Again" he hissed throwing me to the ground.

I sat straight up in bed with sweat dripping off me. It's been a month sense they kidnapped me for the third time and I'm still having nightmares about it. I don't think I'll ever get a full night of sleep again. I slowly crawled out of bed and walked to my washroom.

I stood infront of the sink looking into the mirror and all I could see was an ugly hag looking back at me. It wasn't enough that I hated myself before but sense they took me I've thought even less of myself. I opened up the mirror to reveal shelves, I grabbed some pills from the middle shelf and swallowed three. Sweet relief.