End to Beginning

Beginning to End, End to Beginning

The hands on her skin were dangerous and unwanted. Like fire scorching her, as her tears stained face stared at the man she thought had loved her. Before he was like a god that she worshipped and would do anything to please but soon he realized the control he had over her and that's when everything changed.

The pain in her thighs and the bruises on her skin we're proof of the memories she longed to forget. The regret of having loved such a man, the regret of still loving him after her injured her so man times was as strong as a steel beam bent and misshapen.

It was like a cage had been placed over her heart by the man as he claimed her as him for what seemed like endless years but was more like minutes she could never get back. His grip tight placing a collar around her neck to claim her in another way, as if telling her that she was his pet and if she tried to escape she would know what true hell was but she didn't understand or see how it could get any worse.

For someone so young she learned quickly not to trust. For someone so young she learned that the love of a man wasn't always what they made it out to be in movies or fairy tales. She learned at the ripe age of seventeen that fairy tales did not come true and that the real world was one she did not want to live in.

Days turned to weeks and weeks to months and still, nobody noticed the dulling of her eyes or the bruises hidden beneath her clothes. It was amazing what a smile could hide and how clueless and blissfully ignorance other people could be.

Who would have thought that a simple smile and a two letter phrase could stop others from looking deeper into her, from seeing her pain? If only; She thought.

If only they knew what he had done to her if only they saw the pain inside that she hid behind a pathetic smile if only they saw through the lies of her say I'm fine, or I just fell down. She wanted to speak, to scream and cry and beg someone to save her from sinking lower than she already had. She wanted to more than anything to get help and save herself even though she knew she wasn't worth saving anymore.

The little voice inside her head laughed at her, telling her that nobody would save her now, that she was better off dead. The voice taunted her with a devilish voice the dripped of honey, the words cut like the knife through her skin as the demons lay in wait for it to become too much to bare so that way they could claim yet another soul lost to the darkness of their own minds.

"Are you okay?" The words reached her ears barely as she looked up to face a girl with eyes as dull as hers, a storm was building inside them as the blue was overtaken by the grey and right there she couldn't help but stare lost in the stranger's eyes. She wanted more than anything to watch that storm clear away and see the calm that came after the hurricane. She wanted to tell the truth about everything about the bruises hidden under her clothes and littered her skin like a painters canvas but it was at that moment the room lost all oxygen and she felt that she would suffocate before she even got a chance to breathe again. "I'm fine." the words left her lips like a broken record that was an endless repeat of what used to be.

A small smile and again another person was fooled, or so she liked to think but it was only the beginning.

The End is only the Beginning...