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Trag•ic

trag·ic
ˈtrajik/
adjective
-causing or characterized by extreme distress or sorrow.
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Have you ever been so scared and out of breath that you feel like your falling into some trap that you'll never get out?

I am. I had never imaged myself in this type of situation. Sure bad things have happened to me before but never like this. I have never cryed this much and been hurt so much or lost this much will to fight anymore. I never thought that the guy I thought I loved would hurt me in this way. Vince has hurt me mentally and physically. We have had our off and on moments at times but always we thought that we shouldn't be together so we stayed together. That was normal though. Today Vince hurt me both emotionally and physically.

He attacked me

He attacked me

He attacked me

I repeat that simple sentence in my head over and over again as I drive down the street. That's what Vince did you see. He attacked me and I escaped and now I'm going home. I can't stop crying. I haven't stoped at all. One second there are a few tears and then there are a bunch. It's off and on and I can't control it at all.

He attacked me.

He attacked me.

He attacked me.

I take the turn into my neighborhood and start driving down the road. My house isn't that far from the outside of the neighborhood so it doesn't take long to get there. I wipe away a few more tears then turn down my street and into my driveway.

When my car is parked in the driveway, I scurry to get out of it. I close my car door with the little energy I have left from tonight. Everything I need is in my truck so I go back there and open it up. As I do, a car comes down my street. As of instinct I look to it but realize it's someone I didn't want to see. Luke Hemmings comes rolling up into his driveway. I only get a glimpse of his face when he sees how I actually look right now.

In a rush, I look back to my trunk and search for my overnight bag that I was going to use at Vince's house. I see that it's all the way in the back an realize it must have slid back there.

My breaths get heavier when I hear Luke's car door shut and him call my name. I bend over, in a franctic, in the truck and I grab my bag. I pull it my way and hear him call my name again.

"Melony!", Luke says. I know he's making his way over here. He as to be. I look over my shoulder while unzipping my bag and I do I act see him walking my way. He can't see me like this. No one can. I start to search for my house keys in my bag but I find nothing.

"Shit", I say under my breath.

"Melony", I hear to name very close now. What I know as Luke hand, lands on my shoulder and he turns me around to face him but I look down."What happened to you?", Luke ask.

"I'm fine", I cry. It's a total lie though. I'm the farthest I have ever been from fine."Please leave me alone"

"Look at me"

"No", I tell him.

"I didn't ask you", he grumbles. Luke lifts my head by putting his fingers on my chin so that my eyes meet him. He ducts down like he is trying to see me before but stands back stright once I am looking up at him.

Luke goes from looking angry to more of a confused and sad look like he is worried. I know that Vince beat me up pretty bad but I can't see what he sees because I haven't seen my own reflection since before Vince hurt me.

"Why are you bleeding so much?", he breaths. I knew I had to be. I saw the droplets blood on my cloths. I can feel it on my face to and it coming from my nose.