Drowning My Demons

Drowning My Demons

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Wed, Oct 22, 20148h 7m
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We all have a story to tell, a closet full of skeletons that beckon us with devilish claws. They taunt and terrorize those who are helpless to overcome them, who do not have the strength to fight against it. Hell, I'm one of those people. I let the past get to me, drag me into an oblivion of loneliness and distance from other humans. I may not seem like it; in fact, I'm probably the friendliest person you'll ever meet, but try to get close and I'll only push you away. That is...until I met him. The man who was just as messed up as me inside, who I suddenly became desperate to be near even if his presence was a toxicity. Somehow, he seemed to feel the same. But I knew that it had to end at some point. If I let you in, you'd just want out. If I tell you the truth, you'd fight for a lie. If I spilt my guts, it would make a mess we can't clean up. If you follow me, you will only get lost. If you try to get closer, we'll only lose touch. But you already know too much, and you're not going anywhere.
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I screamed. He threw a plate at my face and blood trickled down my chest. I ran into the kitchen, trying to escape. He grabbed me and slung me into the wall. I hit my head and everything became a blur. I yelled in pain and grabbed the closest thing I could reach and threw it at him. A shoe. It hit him in the the eye and I had managed to escape from his grip. He groaned in fury. I grabbed the bottle of beer that he had clumsily left on the kitchen table and threw it at him with every force I had. It was enough. He hit the floor and was out. I opened the door and ran. I knew what I had to do. I knew it had to be now. It wasn't long before I could hear the footsteps daunting my thoughts, my mind was going crazy, fear was lurking inside of me. I screamed as he grabbed me, natural instincts got me kicking at the monster behind the mask, but he threw me against the wall. I knew what he was going to do to me, it's been the same for 2 weeks, as if yesterday was repeating itself.

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