I know neither of us can take anything back.
I know the damage won't fade with the bruises.
I know what was won't be restored.
I know we'll never be the same.
I know the tears won't stop until the clouds clear.
I know forgiveness is the path out.
I know it will be hard.
I know my heart can't take the pain.
I know what I have to do.
But I can hope, can't I?
The flames came in packs. To engulf my life. They burnt it all down.
The tears rolled for hours as I shook uncontrollably. Questions screamed through my head as I curled up in a ball. My breathing began to stagger as panic set in. My stomach churned and throbbed. Slowly, I opened my laptop. I needed to write. That would surely help.
The AIM rectangle popped up and signed me in automatically. Almost immediately, a box sprung up on the screen. "Hey. Wuzzup?"
Tears poured heavily as my words filled the box.
"I feel like I'm drowning." I typed hesitantly.
"Then get out of the water."
More crying erupted.
He hit me. He hit me. He hit me.
Everything replayed in my mind. Tormenting me. Ripping me apart.
He did more...
I bent down over my stomach as it throbbed painfully.
Get out of the water! Get out of the water!
I buried my head into my pillow.
He's my dad. He's my dad. He's my dad.
I punched the wall next to me as hard as possible.
I...Need...Help...
