Broken Bones Don’t Stop Him Killing Me
I had to fight for my life this time, and I did
Broken Bones Don’t Stop Him Killing Me
Rain hits the roof.
He is downstairs waiting.
I hear his breath.
Like a beast.
My arm still twisted.
Pain like fire.
I drag myself upward.
Floorboards groan.
His footsteps follow.
Slow like a drum.
He laughs quietly.
I taste blood.
The knife in his hand.
Light glints cold.
I crawl to the window.
It will not open.
Thunder outside.
Walls closing in.
He whispers my name.
Voice like gravel.
I clutch a glass shard.
Fingers shaking.
He comes closer.
I can smell him.
Broken ribs screaming.
But I stand anyway.
He reaches out.
I strike back.
Silence at last.
Rain keeps falling.
I lean against the wall.
Still alive.
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