My Deepest Fear

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.

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