Captive - FourTris
I lie in pieces on the floor. A hundred different things surround me: shards of a destroyed wooden jewelry box, some cracked CDs, a few ripped books, a shredded picture of Tobias and I. I think my insides must look like they do, all churned up and cracked and unrecognizable.
My lip bleeds, staining my sleeve every time I wipe my mouth. My chest is hollow and empty, as if he ripped out my heart and took it with him when he left, the door slamming so hard the picture frames crashed to the floor.
All I feel is pain, one big wave of it crashing over me again and again, relentless. I ease back on my elbows until I'm lying flat on the ground, staring upward at the shadowy ceiling.
It's nearly dark. How long have I been lying here? The blackness reaches the corners of the room and fills everything. Once that darkness was a cocoon, enveloping us.
Themes of domestic abuse.
Co-written with Amanda
• Modern Day AU
• Divergent FanFiction