i hate how she can look at him without disgust, how can she kiss him knowing all that hes done? it fills me with such rage all i can think about is ripping them to shreds, mostly killing him in front of her, seeing the horror in her face as the blood pours out of him seeping into his bed where he raped me, where he took everything from me. i hope he is haunted by me and what he did to me, i hope he can still hear me crying. i'm gonna get him sooner or later, i will never and i mean NEVER let him get away with this, he ruined me, a part of me is forever dead because of him. i flinch when someone raises their hand too close to my face, i tuck my head away in fear, they notice it too. when i tell them what he did to me they all have the same expression the same reactions to what he used to call me, what he saw me as, they all see him as a monster except for her. she sees him as some sort of saviour, a god when in reality he came up from hell. she knows what he has done and i truly hope one day she will feel the pain i did, the pain that has been eating me alive for over a year, how i look at the scars he left and how they still burn just as much as they did when he carved them in. his words forever lasting on my skin, on the part of my body he loved the most.