My 75 Minute Hell.

Four Walls...
75 minutes...
My confined torture.
I had thought I was free of this, I thought the paranoia and doubt had hibernated leaving my poisoned mind to mend...
I was wrong.
Peace had slipped from my grasp, the moment she walked in the class.
She wasn't suppose to be in any of his classes!
I wasn't suppose to deal with this again, I was suppose to be free!
It's not fair!
This wasn't how it was suppose to go. I was only suppose to fear a rare glance in the hall, not a whole class were he could look in front of me!
I had been hurt more than once, torn apart by raging claws, cried uncontrollable tears, and been frozen in pain, realization, and fear.
But I always healed by the love and warmth he gives to me, what if he stopped loving me?
what if he realized she was better?
what if he left me?
could I survive it?
Thats like saying a flower can survive without it's sun.
Impossible.
He's the one that has put all the little pieces of my heart back together. He's the one who stopped the earthquakes raging inside me. He warmed my frozen body, healed the cuts and bruises, and dried my blood tears.
He- My Beloved- got me through first semester... Does he love me enough to get me through second?
Would he be able to resist temptation in the name of his love?
I believe he could if he actually wanted too, the problem is, I don't think he actually does.
So I sit here...
Mind screaming...
In geography...
A class I once looked forward to
but now is my 75 minute hell...
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Another piece, from a confused mind.
Please r.r.c and tell me what you think.