i wish you had stayed gone

i wish you had stayed gone

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I wish you had never come back I wish you were truly gone forever. I wish that night, instead of taking me to your house, you had killed me. I wish you had killed me later, so I wouldn’t have to live with these feelings. Do you know how many years it’s been since you left? Seven years — the longest seven years possible. I spent every single moment trying to find you, searched for you everywhere, but you were nowhere to be found. Do you know what I did to forget you? How much time it took, how hard it was? But I did it. I’m strong — really strong. I learned to value myself more than you. I managed to erase you completely from my mind. But then you came back. And suddenly, all my efforts, all the words I told myself to move on — they all vanished. You were the only one I wasn’t proud or selfish around. The only one I admired. The only one I wanted to be like. The only one I ever loved... You were everything I had, and you knew it perfectly well. You knew I loved you —
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

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