I can't
I see brightness though my eyelids
Another day
Another stretch of troument
I breath a shallow breath
I couldn't move
All the possibilities enter my mind
No
I can't
I hear stomping
Screaming
Screaming
Screaming
Like fire his hot breath gusts my face
No
I can't
I try to sink lower
He yanks me
I tumble
Down
Down
Down
A million feet to the floor
I try to match together the shattered pieces
Just get the motivation to get up from these depths
What was the point
No
I can't
As I let myself collaspe again
The darkness clouds my eyes
And there is only yelling
And all the possibilities
The terrifying possibilities
I feel myself stumble up
His hands grabbing my arms
I feel myself choking on my own sobs
He screams an order before stomping out
NO
I CAN'T
I end up half dressed
The other half in a blanket
Everything crashing inside
Then I hear a knock at the door
She enters
I feel a wave
Of hope
Of love
Of joy
She helps me
She comforts me
She assures me its going to be okay
She rescues me from the dungeon
Leaning against her shoulder
Walking down the street
I sorta can
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