Scarred skin.

I hear the floor creek.

Closer and closer toward my bedroom door.

I try to stay quiet hiding under the covers.

Though I know he will find me.

I hope he doesn't hear my heartbeat.

But as I do I start to cry because I know.

TONIGHT'S ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS...

WHEN EVERYONE JUST DOESN'T HEAR ME!

I let out one more sob,

And the door swings open.

The hallway light shines in.

He has a smile on his face.

Nothing will stop him.

He gets on top of me holding me down,

As I try to turn away.

He pulls me back covering my mouth,

I'm too scared to breathe.

Now he's on my bed,

And before he even touches me...

I begin to cry as I wonder.

Where is everyone tonight?

I fight back.

I yell.

I cry.

But he has ways to shut me up.

I do everything I can to loosen his grip.

He's hurting me so bad but will not let me go,

Not until he is finished.

I finally realize I am all alone.

No one to protect me,

No one who can save me...

So I lie back down to take it.

But he throws me on the bed.

And makes me relive my worst fears.

When I just want to be dead.

I don't want to kill myself,

I just want to die.

Can you not see the tears I cry?

I will hurt myself later.

After you have hurt me.

This blood that stains the sheets,

Tangled up on my bed.

Reminds me of the words,

The images you have put inside my head.

I can still feel you touching me, grabbing me.

Forcing my body closer to yours.

The feeling of your cold fingers all over me.

I constantly try to wash away,

From my scarred skin.

The pain I hold inside,

You will never know.

They will never understand,

That my scars don't even begin to show...

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A highly structured and varied prose, fierce talent, well done