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He comes home late at night

Barging into the house like he pays for it.

I quickly turn out my light

I try and hide myself as best as I could.

 

He calls my name

I am terrified

I don't want to play his game anymore

I quickly lock our bedroom door.

 

He hears the click and begins to bang into it

he begins to threaten me telling me to unlock

I look at the clock

10 minutes to 9

 

I cant control myself this time.

I fall to the floor bawling.

He finally breaks down the door I prepare my nails to claw

He pick me up as if I were as light as a dime.

 

I can't remember anything after that fight

All I can see is this blinding light

I check my body and surpised to see no harm

Not even anything wrong with my arm.

 

I look down to see my husband buring something.

Then I realize it was me.

How can this possibly be?

Now I can hear little bells chiming.

 

Why cant I see?

Why can I not believe that he murdered me?

 

(Be honest about this one, I don't really like how it sounds.)

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