The following text is entirely fictional. Resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. I condemn any sort of violence, specially domestic violence. :)
She spits blood on the dirty sink. Looks up and stares into the mirror, only to find a shadow of her previous self. Scars will heal she tells herself. Tears roll down her cheek.
With a loud bang, he opens the door. She looks down, shuts her eyes and whispers, "I love you." He raises his hand for the final blow.
She lies in a pool of blood and dirt. A freak accident they say, a tragedy. Only she knew.
xxx
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Thanks :) x
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