Real stories of a woman (chapter 1 part 1)

Feeling alone, cold, and out of place, i went back to the only place i knew-my bedroom. Why does he make me fill with rage and sadness? Is it just me? This is my breaking point, i fall to my knees and cry. The tears i have cried, i could just drown in them, and he breaks me like a small twig.

 My body begins to ache, and i lay starring at the half burnt bulb in the lamp, my stomach is upset, i feel as if i could wither away, like a wilted flower. All alone, i feel a sense of relief.

  My mind is wandering, like a kid in a candy store, and my heart feels as though it may have stopped beating. I am lost for words, of what i may say to him the next time we see each other. Is this how it ends, am i just over reacting, I try to grasp a thought, but there are just so many things i am thinking about.

 I hear foot steps out side of my window, i fill with anger and sadness, yet a slight feeling of happiness. My body feels as though it went paralyzed, i hold my breath, as if he can hear or see me through the walls. I begin to cry again, trying to hold my breath so he can't hear me.

 He opens the door, and quietly comes in. He doesn't speak, he doesn't even make a sound. I try to lay still as though i am asleep. The tears are still pouring from my eyes, and i feel as though my heart has been crushed into millions of pieces.

  He shuts off the light, and crawls into bed with me. I feel him rustling with the covers, and then he turns over to hold me. I close my eyes and i try not to think of anything. Exhausted, i soon fall asleep!