With his hands around my neck, my legs dangling from the air, and my lungs desperately trying to capture a bit of oxygen. All I could think of was, this is it. I finally broke him. Why couldn't I just be a quiet child? A child that held their head low and just lived life quietly. Why did I have to be so loud? Why couldn't I just keep my opinions to myself? Maybe then I wouldn't be staring into the eyes of a psycho who I had finally driven to the edge of rage. That is where self-hatred started for me. He let me go eventually.All Rights Reserved