Let me love you [Unedited]
“I’m innocent,” I screamed “please don’t, please I’m begging you, please,” I cried as he lifted up the knife. He looked me in the eye and I watched as a tear rolled down his cheek. One solitude tear? After everything I’ve ever done for him one solitary tear is all he would shed for me. Is that all I’m worth one tear? I would have sacrificed life and limb for him, and now he turns around ready to pierce my heart, to end my life, the thing is he doesn’t realise that he did that a long time ago. He killed me a long time ago not physically but it happened none the less. What is worse to endure? Wounds that are physical or wounds that are emotional?
“I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear; I didn’t move, I didn’t speak, I didn’t blink; paralysed. I was switching off. I would like to say I didn’t expect it but I did. I would like to say he didn’t raise his knife wielding hand and then plunge the knife towards my chest, but he did. I would like to say it didn’t hurt but it did. I would like to say I survived but I don’t know. My name is Leticia Keisha Angelo or L.A for short. This is (or was- depending on whether I live or not) my story.