Freedom from him.

My friends all seem to think that I write from memories of things. I myself have no clue how this stuff comes to me, it just does.

Walls surround me.

I feel as if I can not move, but it seems like they are caving in on me.

My world has changed so much since that night.

The night he made me bleed, with his huge fist.

The image keeps replaying in my head.

I can not eat, nor sleep without feeling the same pain.

My pale skin close nothing but make every in of the black and purple pain show through more.

My lungs feel as if air has not pumped through them for years...

I start to shake, then cry, but nothing helps; no person, no happy memories..

Nothing.

I finally gasp,, it ends my craving for air.

Then I hear my name froma a distance.

My body shakes, I go limp..

Everything disapears, then I wake up.

It was a memory I dreampt, I remeber now that I finally have Freedom from him.

 

Freedom from pain.