Broken, Beat & Scarred (prose)
He crawled out from under my bed; I felt the darkness as he pulled me down - as he tried to drag me down!
He slashed my neck, but I fought back! O, how I fought back! I fought back with all my might! … However, my body couldn't take it anymore; So, I stood still, defenseless, and watched the strength of my body as it slowly slipped away. I started to decay, to the point where I was so close of giving up. My little heart was on the verge of bursting with rage because I felt so weak and powerless in front of him.
I lost my senses!
But then, again, I pushed back! I fought against that unrelenting beast!
My body - my whole body filled with the pain of hurt!
My blood - my blood is tainted with bitterness and disgrace.
My brain - so messed up and foggy.
My mind - my disconnected mind floating aimlessly in the strained silence.
My heart - my heart was beating in my throat.
My hands - very cold, shaky, and sweaty.
My legs - they trembled with weakness and I staggered.
I fell heavily on the floor, I collapsed, banged my head pretty hard on the cold floor. A numb sensation in the back of my head; I felt very lightheaded like I might faint. My eyes fluttered, rolled up slowly and gradually with exhaustion, watched the world spin round and round into a beautiful oblivion. Everything vanished in a flash - gone with the wind, it all went to the 'once upon a time'. And that's when it all just hit me and I realized how precious life really is. Thus, I tried to stand back up, but my knees gave out and betrayed me - betrayed me just like everyone else!
I slumped to the ground letting out a deafening moan - I felt tremendous pain! Words can't describe pain; no word can explain the breathtaking pain! - NONE!
Yet, I tried again … The anger of the beast rose to the highest pitch; it grabbed me by the neck! I couldn't breathe, my heart was racing, and I panicked! I gasped hard enough to take all the oxygen in the room and fill up my lungs with air - precious air … I fought back, I dug my nails into his flesh with no mercy, his eyes grew bigger and bigger as he began to groan with pain, and I grew furious as I gazed upon him. At that time, and with a great effort, I got one foot under my bruised body to make it easier for myself to stand on my feet again; then, I grasped the edge of the bed and painfully pulled myself up - swaying unsteadily. Suddenly without a warning - and without a sound, he grabbed my legs tightly and pulled me back down again; I completely lost my balance, fell and bashed my chin on the floor! I let out a cry. And the more he drags me down the more I want to fight and win! I began to crawl on my hands and knees towards the door; he squeezed my arm. My lips were slightly open with loud rasping breaths. I've had enough of this! HAD ENOUGH! - ENOUGH! He burdened the air with the smell of his breath! So I killed him! I took the life out of his eye!
I don't know how - but somehow I found strength within myself! …
I killed him! Shivers of pleasure shot through me.
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