He is my tormentor, my abuser, the reason I loath my life.
He's the reason for my pain, my tears, my self-hatred.
He doesn't care. He doesn't care that it's hurts my heart that he has a new girl on his arm every week. He doesn't care that my heart feels like its crumbling when he kisses them and not me. He doesn't care that I hate myself for loving my abuser, my bully... My darkness.
"Damon... You're killing me." I choked out ruggedly, not being able to breath by his death grip around my throat. Suddenly he dropped me to the floor and I immediately started to cough viciously, rubbing around the angry red skin on my throat. I smelt something like blue raspberries and chocolate. Mm.
I was scooped up in strong arms while someone was shaking me and screaming things I couldn't hear. I felt someone caress my face and I felt tingles erupt. Slowly my eyes started to droop, the lack of oxygen that was deprived from me taking it's toll.
Maybe this is for the best. No more abusive step-mom. No more oblivious father that moved on too quickly from my mothers death. No more abusive Ryder, beating me every single day for a reason everyone but me knew.
Maybe it's time fore me to just give up.
And that's exactly what I'll do, I thought embracing the darkness.
Before I could slip away I heard,
"No! No dammit! Stay with me please!" I heard a choked voice shout, "I just found you... I'm sorry!" I heard a sob before I succumbed to the darkness.