Chapter 23

I stared at the broken pieces of the knife beside me on the bed. It was useless against that man. But it could of been useful to me.

My hand stretched, curling around the spine and brought it closer. I glanced at my wrist, then the knife and back at my wrist, a voice in the back of my head repeating the same words like a mantra.

Do it.

Kill.

End this misery.

Kill.

Kill.

"No!" I screamed, straightening to a sitting position and hurling it at the door. The tip of the knife dug into the wood before falling to the floor with a clink, leaving its mark.

Just like he did on me.

I had gone to the washroom in the morning, took off my underwear and looked myself in the mirror. The gasp that left me was followed by a waterfall of new tears and sobs of pure humiliation. My butt was all red with horizontal stripes from one side to the other. The flesh was so sore I could barely touch it let alone sit on it.

The day went by.

I stayed in my bed. Hungry and thirsty.

Nola never came. Even i