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Imprisoned by Love
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Life’s betrayals had taken a toll on Jessie, reality was telling her body that she was crossing over to self-destruction, and she needed to come to her senses, senses? How could she face the world if she couldn't even face the trauma's she brought upon herself? Being a loner, she didn't have the luxury of having a friendly ear to console her it has always been just herself since she lost her parents. Her boyfriend was being an ass, aiding her to do things against her will, his intentions was nothing more but to see her destroy herself, he just wanted her to die so that he never have to deal with her. The night started of like every other night, fights, arguments, nothing new but nagging, in the back of her mind, she knew that tonight was going to take a turn for the worse,she could sense it, the hair at the back of her neck stood up like spikes right up to that precise moment had unfolded.
Jessie could barely compose herself long enough before collapsing to the floor, her empty and lifeless body laid upon the cold tiles as tho she had been severely beaten to death, and to make it even more worse the walls began to cave in on top of her now cold and numb body. As she drifts into a comatose position, blackness surrounds her, and silence fills the air broken by the echoes of words repeating over and over again, do it, do it, do it now what are you waiting for, your nothing but worthless evil, and a hateful person that you are, do it die, just die, she reaches for the empty glass and smashes it into pieces, weeping as tears filled her eyes, and the taunting echoes edging her, she grabs the sharp jaggered pieces, with her wrists exposed she starts slicing away tearing the skin while watching every drop reveal itself warm against her skin, dazing in and out and for a split second a slight whisper leaves her quivering lips, shaking as she repeats these words, hate you hate you hate you, blood trickling down her hand in slow motion, drip by drip, until a pool on the floor tiles appears soaking into her clothes, oh my god what am I thinking? she realizes the dangers she had put herself in, but she couldn't do anything, she had been compelled against her will. Jessie tilts her head to the ceiling, and with tears streaming down she asks her parents to forgive her.
The Air seems colder, the voice on speaker phone, screaming out, well? Are your still alive? Are you still breathing? and the streak of laughter, bellowing out for the world to hear, Ï said do it... do it kill yourself that's all your worth" Again she listens again she slices, feeling the guilt weighing heavy on her shoulders, most of all abandoned "what's the point who really cares any-ways maybe I finally have peace?" , her eyes blank, eventually giving in to the voice in the distance ...then silence.
Have you ever wondered how much a person can deal with, soldiers come home haunted by what they have witnessed on the combat field, or a child who is abused carries the torment they have to prevail for the rest of their lives, or a man believing justice should be dealt with by a bullet, as for Jessie she had to take on both scenario’s fighting a war with the person who said he loved her, and being abused by that same person because she was not able to be the person he thought was supposed to be his answers to life,no matter what she did for him it was never good enough, he became her "Reaper" and her Lucifer all wrapped up in one.
if only, they were able to find some kind of common ground and disperse with the armour, maybe just maybe things could have been different.
