SCARS & RINGS

The Begining & The End

"The air turned black all around me..."

I hoped she'd like it. I'd worked so hard on this for her. I hoped it'd help her take her mind of the fact that she didn't have long left. And I hoped that I could make it come to life in time. A ring. A planning of a ring design for my mother set him of to go psychotic towards me. I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't break his rules, or anything even remotely close to that. He just, snapped.

I didn't hear the door open when he secretly entered the room. I was so focused and zoned out on this plan. I wanted to make my mother happy. She'd been sick for a while and we all knew that she didn't have long left. I decided to plan a perfect and iconic ring, especially for my mother because she'd always been quite a fan of jewellery. Rings in particular. It was going so well until-

"What the fuck is THIS?!"
He yelled at me. I jumped and stared into his red, anger flooded eyes.
"I said. What. The fuck. Is this?"
He calmly but angrily growled at me, stoping between every few words.
"It's- uh- I-"
Stuttering with fear, I struggle to speak.
"Ohh, I see how it is..."
He smirked. I knew this smirk. It was sarcastic with a hint of evil. I knew what he was going to do to me.

It begun. The scar session of the day. He went to far this time though. He slapped my face. Hard. My neck flew the other way so hard it gave me whiplash. He pulls me up from the chair and desktop in our room, by my arm, and lashed me to the ground. I hit it hard with a thud. He dragged me up yet again and punched me straight in my nose. It bled a waterfall of blood.

I tried so fucking hard to escape him but I'd always be so weak I'd fail. He was just too strong. He was just too powerful. Every day he created more and more scars. If they weren't physical, they were emotional. They hurt me so much. The things I'd think to myself are indescribable. I can't put all the blame on him though. I created scars of my own, on my wrists.

"Stop! Please! You're hurting me!"
I yelled at him, hoping he'd have at least some empathy  in his heart and soul to forgive me for whatever wronging I was doing.

This only seemed to anger him more.
"Did you just tell me what to do?"
He growled at me with his vicious tone.
"I'm sorry sir. It's just that-"
"NO! YOU DON'T  EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"
He screamed at me. My heart was beating out of my chest and I felt like I was going to throw up. He lashes me against the wall with all of his power and force and I banged my head against the metal corner of the window. I instantly became weak and fell to the ground. I'd never felt anything like this before. What happened to me?

The air turned black around me. I'd finally escaped.