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What happened tonight? I’d really like to remember, but it’s too hard to, it hurts like hell to relive the events of tonight. I’m sitting here feeling all alone, but really I’m not. You’re lying there not moving at all. While I sit here all alone, though I’m not truly alone, it all comes back to me.



Tonight you walked in the door and I asked where you had been. I had made dinner and waited for you, but you never even called. You just mumbled “None of your damn business.” But I’ve got a right to know, you are my husband, my lover, my friend, my glue that keeps me together. Has kept me together all these years, though I’ll never know why I stuck around.



I’ll always remember how you hit me hard across the face. I just walked away into the kitchen. I started to put the food away as I knew you wouldn’t eat. The sting in my cheek growing as the madder I became. I really wasn’t myself, you drove me too it. I remembered the other times as I slipped into some place I can’t even describe. I grabbed a sharp knife and then went to our room. You were passed out. Out like a light. I recall putting it to your throat and just held it there, close, tight and hard in my hand.



Flash backs ran through my mind of more nights like this. You coming in drunk, yelling and screaming, me ducking and trying to hide. After you’d vented your anger you’d go and passout. No matter how hard I tried I could never get away. You always found me, you always drug me back, I was too afraid of what you would do.



But as I stood over you, I just remembered all the pain, all the shame I felt, and before I had realized what I had done my hand was moving, shaking back and forth, back and forth. Then I felt the warm liquid as it squirted and hit my face, and spread quickly over my hands still clutching the knife. My gaze finally drifted down to your face, what was once a peaceful child like face, was now distorted in a look of agony and pain. Much like the look I know has been on my face many a time as I received blow upon blow. I looked at my hands which still clutched the knife, then raised it too my lips, running it across my tongue and lips I tasted the warmth leaving your body. I kissed your forehead one last time then slowly turned and left the room. Went to the kitchen then called the police.



So now, I hang myself with my belt in my jail cell, a year to the day later. I have just written the last I will ever write in my wonderfully sweet, and warm life.



By HellChildDami ©

Here I sit at my vanity and it feels like I’m so alone. But you are right behind me asleep on our bed. I was there only moments ago. As I look in the mirror at you, you seem so fragile, like a China doll that will shatter when you’re dropped. You look just like a little baby, so tender and soft who’s in need of his parents for guidance throughout your life. But I know you, you are not a China doll. You make love to me as if we are the last two people on this earth; and we’ll die in a matter of hours. You’re not the little baby either, but a young man with his whole future right at your feet. You are fragile in a way that if I say the wrong thing you will shatter into a million pieces. It’s your soft tender touch that drives me crazy. When you whisper those sweet nothings to me, I just want to crawl up inside of you. I never want to come out again into this crazy world which drives me to insanity. I love you so much, but I need you to love me the same. So while your eyes are closed and you are dreaming, I shall dreams us into a secret place with no one to drive us apart. No world that intrudes into our little haven of happiness and love.



By HellChildDami ©