My Bloody Revenge

Dressed up like a doll on display she nods at everything he says. Smiles at the right places and wishes him a safe trip with a sweet voice and a soft kiss to his dry, chapped lips. Like the good doll she is, she follows him to the door where he gives her a kiss. It's a hard, rough and demanding kiss that mirrors the man itself. A kiss of ownership, not love. Closing the heavy wooden door, she walks through the dimly lit hallway and back to her room. Leaning against the large floor to ceiling window she fakes another smile and waves to the man outside. She remains by the window long after the car has left.

Dark clouds sweep in, signaling incoming rain. The once still trees begins to sway softly to the wind. The world outside is starting to look like how she feels on the inside. Only difference is the rain washes away the dirt giving the world a new start but for her, there is no shower or bath in the world that can make everything go away. Nothing can wash away the feeling of being used. While standing by the window small drops of rains starts to patter against the window but quickly turns into heavy rain.

Everything is quiet except from the rhythmic sound of heavy rain against the windows.

What once started as light autumn rain slowly built up until it roared out into a full-blown storm with a howling wind threatening to destroy everything in its path. Trees no longer sway leisurely to a soft blowing wind. Now the bow down, just like her.

For the first time since all of this began, she doesn't fear for her life. For years people has used her for their own pleasure. Their own amusement and no matter what she's done, he always finds a way to punish her and its useless to struggle against him. Even obeying earned her scars. More wounds, pain and tears. Standing there looking at the raging storm a small smile tugs at her lips. The opportunity she's been craving has finally come and nothing will hold her back. Either the storm will take her or he will and she prefers mother nature to be the one to take her life instead of him. The weather gives her the much-needed head start and it will wash away all traces of directions making it harder for him to find her. Wishing life could be different she takes a deep breath then slowly breathes out. Braids her long, red, hair into a French fishtail braid and drops all jewelry on the floor as she takes them off. Necklace, earrings, bracelets and rings. With her head held high for the first time since forever, she leaves the depressingly dark room then walks down the long stairs followed by the equally depressing hallway and right out to the raging storm where she just disappears in the blur. Hoping to forever be gone from this world. Left behind in the dark, depressing room is a lonely black leather book, lying open by the window together with all the jewelry scattering the floor and the wedding ring.