Vanessa
The words are still there… They don't go away, they don't soften, they don't fade… They repeat themselves, over and over.
You're a w***e… You're only good for s*x…
I slam my apartment door shut, but it's not enough. Because I'm not running from him, I'm running from what he said. And from what… deep down… I fear is true.
I wander aimlessly around the living room, tossing my purse anywhere. I carelessly kick off my heels, I breathe. But the air doesn't flow properly. My chest feels tight, as if something is suffocating me from the inside.
"No…" I bring a hand to my face, and then it happens. The tears flow uncontrollably, without pause. They fall one after another, fast, hot, inevitable. "No… no…"
I collapse onto the sofa, and I cry. Not elegantly, not restrained. I cry l
