Sisyphus

Hello again everyone! I am back to write out some stuff that I think would track well with you all, since 'Her eyes' went well. So uh yeah this is about the night I - well I'll just let you read it. Also sorry if i spelled the tite wrong lol. Tw: abuse mention and big sad ig

It went bad again. She left, slamming the door behind her and locking it. My face was red and hot tears streamed down. She beat me up pretty bad this time, dragging me around the house by my hair and striking me a good few times. I could still feel the sting of her touch as I stood there in front of our couch with my fists balled up. I couldn't even remember what I did this time. Nowadays everything seemed like a blur. Even present, I can't really remember things past a few days - just all muddled. 

She had told me she was going to kill me. But, then again, she always did when she got mad. But this time it felt real. Like I genuinely was going to die tonight. You can say I'm a pussy for being scared of death, and I wouldn't blame you. I couldn't go through her beating the shit out of me again. The SH was starting to not work anymore, and suicide failed too. I just needed to remove myself. That would have to work, right? Would I finally be ok? 

I brushed out my knotted hair, a good amount coming out when I looked at the brush. Ouch. As I pulled it back I walked to my room, grabbing my phone. I knew I would have at least an hour thirty until she came back, that should be enough time.

Ok reader I'm actually not going to finish writing this. I think this has happened to recently for me to write it. But, I'm just going to leave this here so if I do make another blog entry on this I'll just pick up from here. Sorry I lowkey just can't bring myself to write it and I don't really want to remember all the details rn. Sorry lmao