A reoccurring cycle of rage and agression. The rejection of sex started the issue. Underneath the beautiful smile she fell in love with lied destruction... more like a thick surface of a well-known serpent. The hurt inside became the new outside. Soon enough the thought of leaving was better than bleeding. Though the sound of being alone didn't. She flinched at any ones touch, for any one around her became a victim. So far in she couldn't recognize her own reflection. Her face: disfigured. The colors green and purple became her permanent pigment. An abuse that gave her a disease that would follow her every day, every minute, every second of her life... How much she wishes she wouldve left the first time she saw his hand raise up.