After falling down the stairs i realized my neck had snapped and i was going to cry or both, i thought about the boy who got rough and rough sex, he pushed me down the stairs cause he wanted to get tough as i fell down the stairs i thought about how good he had been at first things immediately went from poor to worse i stared into the beyond as each step rose to my face and a shiner developed and i could taste bile rising up (couldn't hold still) in a tin cup (couldn't stop at will) it wasn't abuse, it was attempted murder in the third in the safest worst sense of the word and they all said you should leave him before you die i laughed and said "what, oh no, eli??" shit, i just used his name, he's going to try to kill me so he can get some more pie than one day i accused him of cheating and he began to stare he chased me to the very top of the stairs than he pushed me down, after mouthing the word hate and i fell stair by stair into my fate as i lay dying he walked down and spat on the floor than calmly he walked out of the door and a minute later i could breathe no more. i moaned before i died "this really is not fair but because i loved him i'm at the bottom of the stairs."
Reason for writing:
see where domestic abuse can lead?
hopefully, this has not happened to someone you know.
Birth sign: Aries
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