I felt something collide with my cheek, making a slapping noise run throughout the bedroom.
I was numb. Is this what dying feels like?
Knowing you'll never heal, or never be saved from such a monster.
I had such little hope.
He abused me. He married me and abused me.
My friends don't know.
Neither does my family.
But why would they force me to marry such a monster?
I couldn't feel. I couldn't hear. Was my cruel life over?
Am I dead yet?
