Scene two: HURT

January 25, 2012
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Her tongue makes hard lashes than her hands ever could. But her heart pounds rougher, against her chest, than her fists could against his.
Harsh strain against her eyes, she won't let any tears fall. Not for him. Not anymore.
She questions herself constantly, but the truth is that she wasn't the only one involved. So why doesn't he hurt too?
If he does, then why doesn't he say it? Why doesn't he let the words formed in his head roll off of his tongue?
He causes more problems than he fixes. Doesn't he realise it? Why can't he just STOP? STOP! STOP! STOP!
"Please! Please just say something. Help me heal. Help me make this better. Please." She pleads to herself. She pleads to the mental images of him. Please, just stop.

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