spencerkatt
"No."
"What do you mean, 'No'?"
"I mean no. No I will not do what you want when you want it. No I will not listen to your constant whines about how you love me, you just can't control it. No I will not wait while you 'decide want you want to do with your life, and with 'us'. No. There's no 'us'. We're through."
As he ran at me, I withheld all emotion. I closed my eyes and centered my breathing, not even anticipating the collision as his body slammed into mine. I felt him as he shoved me to the floor, yes, but not really. All was at peace in my mind as I slowly lost conciousness under his fists. I'm sure I cried out, positive of it, but it was not me. I am not weak like him, I can control myself. It was my body telling him I'd had enough, even if my brain was too stubborn to admit it. Finally, the terror was over, and he left. I sat, holding in the salty tears until they could withstand no more, running down my face and stinging the raw, mangled flesh he'd left me with.