Maybe, Never Really

Maybe, Never Really

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"Why?" "Because I don't trust you" and as I uttered those words my heart finally gave up as I gave in to the tears. He turned and walked away. I knew he wouldn't turn back and I knew I would push him away even if he did. But why, why was I so good at pushing away the best? The sadness runs down my cheeks and hits my shoes and the anger inside of me is now wild and effortlessly strong. I turn and hit the wall behind me and as I stare at my bruised hand through the tears, I find it reassuring that no matter how hard I try I could never hurt myself as much as I want to. I pick up my bag and turn because leaving is easier than staying, hurting is safer than trusting and love is a game of pain.
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"How could you?!" I said crying,"I though you loved me." He laughs making me cry more. He stands up and slaps me across the face. His eyes burning holes through my head. He pins me against the wall and starts beating me harshly. I feel my organs being smushed and flatten by his punches. "How could I ever love a freak like you?!" He snarled then throws me against the wall once more, leaving the room. Am I really alive? No. I'm still alive, just dead on the inside. ___________________________ If you haven't yet read Book I: Homophobia

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