Her life was over, it was like Nothing mattered, he was gone. He didn't want to leave, but at the Same time, something behind his crazy mad face and blood shot eyes told her he did. She had lines on her wrists and bruises on her body. He was he abuser, but a lover at the Same time... She was only the way she was because of him, she changed for him. Left everything she knew for him. And what did he do? Gave her a life that made her believe she needed to die. Life was no longer something she desired. Now the abuser is gone, dead and gone and all she could remember is the trigger Being pulled and a bloody gun in her clenching fists..
