I Will Escape

The car stops. He opens the door and gets out then reaches for my hand. I don't want to touch him, but I also don't want his consequences, so I reach for his hand, and we walk into what seems to be maybe another house. He owns it either way. I don't care I feel defeated and shut down. I am officially alone with nothing to live for anymore. He opens up the door to my new prison. I can't believe I'm back to this hell.

“Oh my sweet Sabrina, let me show you to our bedroom.” I follow him not wanting to just wanting to run away from him. I don't want to walk into this hell. “No my sweet Sabrina, this will be your new home. How do you like it,” he asks. 

“This will never be my home,” I respond. 

whispering in my ear, “Don't push it. I don't want to fight, and I'm tired. Let's get some sleep, and I'll be more than happy

I don't want to take notice of anything. I hate it all, and it's nothing but silence through my mind. Jazz isn't there to keep my head up high and stay positive. This life isn't going to be worth living alone

he just kills me. I laugh to myself. The truth is I wouldn't be that lucky. He tells me to go shower and get ready

body feels so good. It's stinging all my open cuts, but the good kind of stinging that makes me feel like I exist. My mind is blank, my sanity is gone, so is my hope. The only person who was truly mine who kept me positive and encouraged me to do everything possible to escape this hell is