My Deepest Fear

My Deepest Fear

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The tall figure stood above me knowing that I was weak. He wanted that. He loved that. Snickering, he kicks me where a stomach should be placed and yells pitifully; swearing about every word he can think of. "Get the hell out! Nobody wants you here!" He shouted loudly, barely keeping the words that slithered out his mouth correct. "Get out now!" He hoarsely screamed, taking another sip of the alcohol he kept consuming to lead him right onto his death bed. He knelt down in front of my face as I lay numb on the floor; barely conscious. I can see his dreadful face as he smiles sinisterly at me and I can smell his intoxicated breath. Tears raced down the dead skin that permanently stuck on my weakened bones. I tried to cry my heart out for him to not hurt me; yet I had no heart to cry with, I didn't have a voice to show my despair of pain that had set within me for years, and I knew that he would harm me more than he's ever dreamt of. Before he even hit me I counted how many seconds I had left to say good bye to the life that I desperately wanted to leave behind. To the life that I always counted bringing me closer to my last days. And then it happened..I died..but was also brung back to life. *Editing under construction*
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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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