Hello. My name is-
“Woman!” I hear my husband scream. “Get in here!”
I slowly get up from the couch, barely able to carry my
own weight on my extremely thin legs. It’s been several days since I’ve eaten,
and it’s starting to show again…
I shamble into his office, hoping against hope he’s
sober. But the empty beer bottles surrounding his desk prove otherwise. “Y-
yes?” I whimper.
“What the hell is this?” he snarls, holding up a
scribbled piece of paper I had doodled on while he was asleep.
“It’s… a sheet of paper…” I stare at the floor and lean
against the door, feeling my knees start to shake. Part from starvation, part
“I don’t recall myself using this. And I’m running low on
paper. And you think, you THINK, that you can use one for a pointless drawing?”
I could tell he was getting angry, and the booze wasn’t helping.
“I…I was bored…”
“Bored. You were bored. Even though half the house is a
disaster area. You were bored.” He took his glasses off and rose slowly. My knees
couldn’t take it anymore. I collapsed. Big mistake on my part.
“Roger…Please I’ll get to cleaning right away…” I choked
out a whisper, so quiet even I could barely hear it over my own heartbeat.
He walked over and I prayed that he would show pity.
Instead, all he showed me was the bottom of his boot on my face. I winced when
his boot stomped on my face, trying hopelessly to fight back tears.
“A drawing. To cure your boredom. I put food on the
table, clothes on your back, and a roof over your head. All I want is one!” he
stomps again, this time on my side. “Sheet!” He stomps again, forcing me to
clutch at my torso. “Of paper!” He kicks into my stomach, leaving me in tears.
“I’m sorry… it won’t happen again…” I manage between
bursts of tears.
“You’re damn right it won’t. Otherwise I would have to
I nod, my black hair covering my pale face.
“Now get out of my office, you dysfunctional disgrace.”