That Night, and Today.

I whimpered. I might have screamed but I'm not positive, I barely remember fighting, I barely remember breathing. I remember all of him though, every inch, every second. Every drop of sweat from his face down to my body, every time his arm muscles expanded while holding me down, and every time I wished he would stop. You can't imagine the pain of that night, without experiencing it first. And I can't imagine what life was like before he stole the girl I used to be. Right now, I'm balancing on a tight rope. Because every time I turn I see him, and every time I close my eyes, he's there. I try to sleep just enough, to be awake enough, but alert enough to know if he comes back, but it hurts. It's all so tiring.