Autumn nights

That night.
That fateful night.
How could she forget? She relived it every single time she closed her eyes. She could remember the sounds, the smells. Every detail down to the last second. She could remember his voice as if it was yesterday. She couldn't figure out if it was the worst day of her life or the best day. The pros and cons balanced each other out so perfectly. It was terrifying. He was terrifying but not his appearance. His actions told a completely different story. Every move he made caused her tremors. The earth stopping, heart dropping, all the mushy fairytale kind. It's when her eyes are open all that stops. It disappears. And in its place is emptiness, drugs and abuse.