Status: I won't be writing much because this is what I write when I feel REALLY depressed.
The Woes of an Unkempt Bed
Physicality
When he saw the changes to my “deep dark beauty,” to quote his surprisingly perfect English, all I knew was pain. It was the first time someone had raised a hand to me my entire life. I didn’t know what it felt like; there was no reaction till long after.
It’s strange, having someone else physically harm you. The strike told me a lot more about his character (not that I didn’t know what an absolute monster he was before); I vowed never to be the kind of person that resorted to violence. My cutting words would be hurt enough.
It’s strange, having someone else physically harm you. The strike told me a lot more about his character (not that I didn’t know what an absolute monster he was before); I vowed never to be the kind of person that resorted to violence. My cutting words would be hurt enough.