He has begun leaving marks.
Taking it upon himself to "punish" me, for any tiny mistake I make throughout the day.
I do not believe in an afterlife, but my nights are equivalent to hell.
He threatens me with his gun, makes me preform lewd things both with the gun, and with him, on myself.
The scars on my body are no longer only from my own tearing.
YOU ARE READING
It's over, isn't it..
FanfictionConnor's internal diary, day by day. Though maybe, it's not just for him, but a story for his special someone.. • ‼️Trigger Warning! Mentions of sexual abuse, physical abuse, self harm and suicide‼️ • (Post Best Ending) • Unedited... • {Completed}
