You save me

Whats wrong

'I'm done. I can't do this anymore. It's too much. I just can't.' A million thoughts a millisecond running through my head, one after the other trampling the one before and causing ten more to spiral through. I feel like I'm going to die. I wish I could finally die. For the thousandth time my mind tries to flash over the horrible blur of what had just happened minutes before. "Give it to me!!" "NOW!!!" Your mother screamed through the door you were desperately trying to hold shit as she pounded away. She was scratching and screaming about how she was going to kill you and throw your phone in the sewer so there would be no evidence. You screamed back until you heard a sound. A loud, traumatic, electric sound that immediately shut you up 'she has a tazor' this thought distracted you long enough for her to burst through the door, knocking you over. She started flailing her arms furiously at you. Hitting you anyway she could muster, screaming incoherently about you ruining her life. She tried to taze you but you pushed it away, she punched you in the face. She held you to the floor by your throat, her face so close to yours that her breath and spit are the only things you feel "You are NEVER going to get away from me DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?" She seethes. You head but her as hard as you can, push her away and bolt for the door almost falling down the stairs on the way out. But that didn't matter, with the adrenaline in your system you could jump off a building. You run as long and as fast as you can until your body gives out and you fall to the ground against a brick wall on the side of a road. Trying with whatever you can to comprehend what just happened.
'I don't even remember doing anything' this realization sends you into the hysterical breakdown you postponed up until now. Your head is in your hands, pulling at your hair as you struggle not to scream and sob in utter confusion and anger, eventually your anger turns into a feeling of helplessness and you become aware of the state you are in. Your clothes are ripped and soaked from the rain, you have bruises on your collarbone, face, legs and stomach. And you are in a lot of pain, but you just can't bring yourself to try and fix it. You'd rather just lay here and pray that your sadness and injuries combined somehow kill you. As you now silently cry with your head still in your hands you feel a warm body sit next to yours and jacket cautiously rest itself over your back. And a voice that sounds like warm vanilla. Even in your wounded animal like state, your body responds to it, listening and comprehending the words being spoken "tell me what's wrong". This request is soft, but demands to be complied with. I answer "you shouldn't want to know". I could feel the body's eyes locked on me for some moments, then I feel a hand around both my forearms, lifting me up and guiding me to a car. I think it was a car, my eyes weren't paying attention. I heard a door followed by sitting in a warm space and the space began to move. I heard the voice, the voice like warm vanilla, tell me it was okay, I was going to be okay, it's okay to fall asleep. As I drift carelessly my final thought is that this body with a voice cared. And so whatever is to happen, I will be okay.