Tears run down from her sapphire eyes. She's been walking for so long. Her face was innocent but the thoughts behind that pretty little face were far from it. What he did was inexcusable. At first his touch had felt right, his words were nice. Then everything had changed. His touch was rough and mean. His words cruel. She'd loved a lie. A man that never had existed. The bruises he left on her heart, her body, were nothing compared to what she did to him. He paid for everything. For the love he'd snatched away. For the hurt he'd caused and inflicted upon her. Again the not-so-innocent thoughts flicked through her head. Blood on the wall. Was that hers? Or was that his? It seemed to blend together. His face...his face beaten beyond recognition. Hers, battered to hell. His body lying at an un-natural angle at the bottom of the stairs. Hers slumped against the wall. Broken. Unable. But she was able. She'd fought her worst nightmare and won. Yes, her life would get better. He was gone and she was happy. No, these tears that she cried from such beautiful eyes were not sad, not for loss, but for a win. For the pure joy of the life to come to her. She was a survivor.
 iDouru · Wed Jul 01, 2009 @ 06:24pm · 0 Comments |
