“Get up.” Your chilling voice commands piercingly.
I will not move. My arms have been frozen for a thousand years and still they have not faltered me. My feet have been condemned to invisible shackles, and my body is always upright whether I sleep or wake, whether I cry or hit. I have been in a dreamless nightmare and I have walked on the edge of insanity for so long and yet; I have not shifted at all.
“I said get up, now.’ Your burning hands cannot touch my soul, even if they run all over my body.
I refuse to comply with any of your constant commands. I refuse to heed to any of your selfish expectations. Today, I am to be a free woman. Slowly but steadily, I raise my gaze and I say indifferently, “no.”
To say I am relieved would be an understatement when I see the look of incredulity on your face, since I had not known that you could hold much emotion but for fury and lust. Nevertheless, I do not waver as our eyes lock in a lethally silent battle. I am craving to get out. I want to escape and smell the clean, fresh air, see my daughter smiling innocently at me and most of all-I just want to go home. I know if I do not try now, I will never leave this wretched place.
You are livid. Your eyes are bulging out of their sockets, a vein is throbbing on your forehead as if readying for a sprint, and I see tiny droplets of sweat start to form on the sides of your face as you sputter in rage. The fingers of one of your hands are wrapped around my forearm in an iron grip and your other hand seems to jerk to life, remembering what it is supposed to be doing. Your familiar hand collides with thunderous force on my left cheek and I am thrown halfway across the room from the sheer power of it.
Time stands still for a brief period as you look pleased with yourself. I lie flat across the cruel ground, panting heavily. The fight has yet to be seeped out of me. Abruptly, I manage to stand up and I smile maniacally. You do the same as I start to wobble towards you with a determined look on my face and expectedly, you charge at me like a maddened bull in its ring. I am knocked off my feet again and under the crushing weight I can almost hear the cracking of my bones, but I do not moan, groan or cry out in pain because right now, I am entirely numb to all sensations.
You are atop of me now and you rise up carefully, using your elbows to support yourself. Your sardonic grin is not threatening to me and your evil laugh is not terrifying to me. You think you have acquired the prize to this ‘little game’ but you are wrongly mistaken. As soon as you lean down, I drive my knee up to your chest with previously unknown strength and thankfully, you appear to be stunned in pain.
Although I am injured, I pull myself up and hurriedly, I attempt to reach my freedom with newly found adrenaline pumping in my veins. My arms are outstretched to grab the door handle that is inches away from me when I hear your clumsy steps pounding against the terrain and doing the only rational thing I can-I panic. I accelerate faster than I thought was humanely possible and I reassure myself that I am almost there as I head for the door with a ferocious, animal-like roar.
All of a sudden I notice that a peculiar thing is happening. The door is inching away from me by the second as I run towards it. I scream in frustration and I try to reach it with all of my heart. I am desperately hoping this is merely my eyes playing tricks on me. Unfortunately, they are not. I stop and I stare at what could have been my lifeline. I feel hopelessness and I feel despair. I feel lonely and for the briefest second, I feel resignation.
Your unending laughter slices through the tension-filled air and I am filled with poisonous venom. You are the birth to my misery, you are the catalyst to my furious wrath and you are the waterfall of my pain but I will be the end to myself.
I turn around to see you studying my reactions with a sickening look of satisfaction. It is my turn to laugh sarcastically as I reveal my last resort, the knife that was securely tucked near my trousers. Your eyes morph into the size of bowling pins and you realize that your weapon is too far away from you to be reached. I am walking towards you in a predatory manner and you surrender, waiting for me to act upon justice.
You stumble when I let out a blood-curdling cry and all of a sudden, I plunge the knife deep into my heart, driving it straight through my defeated form. Instantly, my body crumples painfully. My life splatters all over you when you approach me, the look of horror still apprehending on your face. With my dying breath, I turn to you and I whisper victoriously,
“I am stronger.”
I will not move. My arms have been frozen for a thousand years and still they have not faltered me. My feet have been condemned to invisible shackles, and my body is always upright whether I sleep or wake, whether I cry or hit. I have been in a dreamless nightmare and I have walked on the edge of insanity for so long and yet; I have not shifted at all.
“I said get up, now.’ Your burning hands cannot touch my soul, even if they run all over my body.
I refuse to comply with any of your constant commands. I refuse to heed to any of your selfish expectations. Today, I am to be a free woman. Slowly but steadily, I raise my gaze and I say indifferently, “no.”
To say I am relieved would be an understatement when I see the look of incredulity on your face, since I had not known that you could hold much emotion but for fury and lust. Nevertheless, I do not waver as our eyes lock in a lethally silent battle. I am craving to get out. I want to escape and smell the clean, fresh air, see my daughter smiling innocently at me and most of all-I just want to go home. I know if I do not try now, I will never leave this wretched place.
You are livid. Your eyes are bulging out of their sockets, a vein is throbbing on your forehead as if readying for a sprint, and I see tiny droplets of sweat start to form on the sides of your face as you sputter in rage. The fingers of one of your hands are wrapped around my forearm in an iron grip and your other hand seems to jerk to life, remembering what it is supposed to be doing. Your familiar hand collides with thunderous force on my left cheek and I am thrown halfway across the room from the sheer power of it.
Time stands still for a brief period as you look pleased with yourself. I lie flat across the cruel ground, panting heavily. The fight has yet to be seeped out of me. Abruptly, I manage to stand up and I smile maniacally. You do the same as I start to wobble towards you with a determined look on my face and expectedly, you charge at me like a maddened bull in its ring. I am knocked off my feet again and under the crushing weight I can almost hear the cracking of my bones, but I do not moan, groan or cry out in pain because right now, I am entirely numb to all sensations.
You are atop of me now and you rise up carefully, using your elbows to support yourself. Your sardonic grin is not threatening to me and your evil laugh is not terrifying to me. You think you have acquired the prize to this ‘little game’ but you are wrongly mistaken. As soon as you lean down, I drive my knee up to your chest with previously unknown strength and thankfully, you appear to be stunned in pain.
Although I am injured, I pull myself up and hurriedly, I attempt to reach my freedom with newly found adrenaline pumping in my veins. My arms are outstretched to grab the door handle that is inches away from me when I hear your clumsy steps pounding against the terrain and doing the only rational thing I can-I panic. I accelerate faster than I thought was humanely possible and I reassure myself that I am almost there as I head for the door with a ferocious, animal-like roar.
All of a sudden I notice that a peculiar thing is happening. The door is inching away from me by the second as I run towards it. I scream in frustration and I try to reach it with all of my heart. I am desperately hoping this is merely my eyes playing tricks on me. Unfortunately, they are not. I stop and I stare at what could have been my lifeline. I feel hopelessness and I feel despair. I feel lonely and for the briefest second, I feel resignation.
Your unending laughter slices through the tension-filled air and I am filled with poisonous venom. You are the birth to my misery, you are the catalyst to my furious wrath and you are the waterfall of my pain but I will be the end to myself.
I turn around to see you studying my reactions with a sickening look of satisfaction. It is my turn to laugh sarcastically as I reveal my last resort, the knife that was securely tucked near my trousers. Your eyes morph into the size of bowling pins and you realize that your weapon is too far away from you to be reached. I am walking towards you in a predatory manner and you surrender, waiting for me to act upon justice.
You stumble when I let out a blood-curdling cry and all of a sudden, I plunge the knife deep into my heart, driving it straight through my defeated form. Instantly, my body crumples painfully. My life splatters all over you when you approach me, the look of horror still apprehending on your face. With my dying breath, I turn to you and I whisper victoriously,
“I am stronger.”
ShayleeMar
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