“Leave me,” you rumble, your voice slightly slurred.
“When will you stop drinking?”
“Did I give you permission to speak to me?” you roar, springing up from your chair.
“We need money to eat, Donovan,” I say, carefully, coaxingly. “It can’t all go to drink.”
“And why can’t it?” you growl, advancing on me.
“Donovan, please. Stop coming closer. I don’t want to look at you and see this hulking mass, with the stench of beer wafting from between your teeth. I don’t want to starve every night, wondering what I can sell to afford enough food to feed us. I want to love you so much, but I just don’t know how anymore.”
A slap echoes through the room. My blotchy, red cheek stings sharply. I push at your chest, but to no avail.
Stop forcing yourself onto me.
Stop it, please.
You grasp the tarnished silver chain at my neck, the locket hidden beneath my rough old dress.
“No, Donovan, please don’t-“
My response is cut off as he jerks his arm violently, snapping the delicate silver. He flings it behind him, where it smashes into the wall and splits in two.
A broken scream rips from my throat, echoing around the house. The tears finally escape my eyes, running in pleading waves down my thin, dirty face.
Another slap.
You grab and pull at my hair.
I don’t want to fight you.
I’ll give anything, just please go back to the way you were.
Please, Saradomin. Let me return to when we bought this house, and Donovan was still the same. I’ll do anything and everything to stop this.
My head clicks against the wall. My vision dims.
I just want to love you again.
But you’ve broken me.
The hilt is cold, my hands numb.
The rusty knife whistles through the air and carves a swift tear in your neck.
I’ll do anything.
The knife embeds itself in my stomach.
I’ll do everything.
I wish you still remembered how much I love you.
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And that's it! Good luck again, everyone. ^^
24-Jun-2011 07:33:41
