𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞, ᵐᵃᵗᵗʰᵉᵒ ʳⁱᵈᵈˡᵉ

ᴍʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ

𝐒𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
ᵀᵂ: ᴾᵃⁿⁱᶜ ᵃᵗᵗᵃᶜᵏ

I looked down at my hands.

A scared breath leaving my lips as I saw them covered with red faded blood.

I let out a small cry as I closed my eyes and desperately washed them under the streaming water in the bathroom sink.

Go away.

I felt my breath closing in on me again as I met my own eyes in the mirror.

This wasn't me.

Tears mixed with my mascara stained my cheeks. My eyes were bloodshot as the tears never stopped coming down.

My dress was completely ripped by the top, showing my black bra underneath.

My hair was nuzzled into a complete mess, I winced just by the thought of his hand yanking my hair.

The tight grip he had around my throat.

His fingertips were still on me.

The marks were painfully red and blue as his scratching has left blood trails along my whole neck and upper chest.

Relax, I know you want this.

No I didn't.

I turned off the water as I felt the whole room beginning to spin.

I can't breathe.

My hands tugged at my hair as a shaky breath left my lips. My lungs were closing in on me.

I groaned out in pain as the air became thicker and thicker, not allowing me to catch my breath in between each cry.

I could feel a pair of hands grab my shoulders as I was pulled outside of the bathroom.

Everything was fading around me, the person, the room, my cries.

He sat me down on the bed as I let go of my hair and instead placed my hands in my lap, trying to regain my normal breathing. But it didn't work.