To Write Love on His Arms

I had always been afraid of the dark. Ever since I was a child. At night I'd always run and jump on my bed, having some silly fantasy that monsters were under there and would try reaching out. That they'd pull me from my ankles and bring me into some alternate world then eat me alive.

When ever I'd had to turn the lights of in my house I'd run down the hallways and into my bedroom and quickly turn on the lights. At night when I was in bed I'd always thought I'd see things watching me and moving. I once even thought I seen a tiger, ready to pounce and attack.

Yeah, I had a crazy over active imagination. I'd also always tend to over estimate things and would end up being disappointed. No matter how hard I'd try not to, It'd still happen. I just couldn't stop or control it.

Then I met him. He had made my fear of the dark grow. I'd end up hyperventilating and I just couldn't stay still. Panic attacks would come and grip onto me with a determination to stay until I passed out.

"You fucking slut Atty.You whore! I can't believe you! Your so worthless and ugly! Hell I don't even get why I'm still with you!" He roared, pulling me from my hair down the hallway. I squirmed and desperately tried to at least losen his grip.

I had tried running away, again. It was my fourth try. I would have been successful had I not taken a 'long time'. So he says. He thinks more than five minutes in the bathroom was far too long. But It wasn't my fault that his house was two stories and I couldn't find my footing onto the roof.

The first three times I had tried escaping he had just slapped me across the face. I'd figured he'd do it again this time but he slapped me and punched my stomach multiple times. Then he started dragging me by my hair down the hallway and then the stairs, planning to throw me into his basement. He knew I was afraid of the dark, which why he was taking me down there, to 'teach me a lesson'.

I screamed when he started dragging me down the stairs. He just stopped, stepped behind me and pushed my body so it would tumble down the stairs. I yelled and tried standing up when I reached the bottom but he quickly grabbed my legs and started dragging me to the basement.

I can't believe I though I had loved him.