Hurt

They always said your darkest hour comes before your dawn but I didn’t think my dawn would ever come.

How could he do this to me? How could they do this to me?

This hurt was different from all the ones I have felt, it was tearing me apart and I couldn’t point where it hurt the most between my physical, mental and emotional state.

I ran inside my room, the bed was in a mess and I fought the urge to puke. Grabbing the sheets, I threw it at the farthest end of the room, ignoring the pain that jolted through me. I didn’t know what came over me but I remember is that I was yelling and throwing things, I even broke my vanity mirror with my old heels, I tore the pillow and it feathers flew everywhere, I kept throwing things, anything I could find.

I didn’t even know someone had walked in until I felt the person’s arms around me.

“Your grace?” Eleanor called out.

I ignored her.

“Your grace?” This time she held my hands to prevent me from throwing any other thing.

“What is it? Leave me alone!”