Why is he so rough? That isn't like him. He's usually gentile. I lookover at the table. Oh. No wonder, he can't feel shit. After he finished, hegrabs my face and says no one will ever love me. He threw me to the floor. Iwalked out of the room to the bathroom, it's never felt this cold before. Ilook in the mirror, I hear a voice in the back of my head "Your nothing but auseless slut, just end it all you whore. No one will ever love you". I look atthe bruises on my face, it's nothing. I go back to the room. There's still moreon the table. I cut a line up and it's gone just as fast. The cool, numbfingers tingle the back of my nose as I inhale. I hold in my breath, I can feelthe oxygen in my lungs dissipate and start to burn. As I exhale all the bloodrushes into my head. I've never felt this before. I feel my skin crawl as thenumbness spreads throughout my body. Where is he? I need him. He's in thekitchen. I drop to my knees. I look at him, begging him. He grabs me by thehair, pushes himself into my throat. I can't feel anything. Nothing. He keepsyelling things, I can't quite tell what he's yelling. My vison starts to fade,the last thing I saw is him throwing me on the floor. I don't wake up...Darkness. Cold, Numb.
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A Book Of Not So Short Stories
Short StoryThese are the short stories I write in my free time. They might or might not have very graphic scenes. So content warning to all of those faint of heart or to all of those little ones out there, this isn't the book for you. Some of these scenes i've...
