Hh-46

Like a discarded toy, I was shoved down on the floor, and I lifted my half-lidded teary eyes to see him smirking down at me. At that moment, I could feel nothing but hatred for him, and a gripping desire to do something about it. I wanted to fight, to kill — I no longer cared if it killed me. I just–didn’t want to be used anymore.

And so I staggered to my feet. My legs were shaking, but I leapt instantly into the fray. My fists pummeled any inch of skin I could find; the throbbing in my head was only a dull pain now. All that mattered was getting my hands around his throat — squeezing until he turned purple — tightening around his neck until he —

“ENOUGH!”

I flew through the air and hit the ground with a thud. Hot blood trickled down my face–I could no longer see as the thick liquid obscured my vision. His fingers clasped around my throat and I whimpered. My fragile body was tattered and sore from being abused multiple times.

And though my lungs screamed in agony, everything inside me