She still was not talking,
The tears fell down her face silently,
And so often that there was a permanent red line down her cheeks,
He had left her and their two year-old son,
He had hung himself,
He could not handle the pain he had caused her,
Everyday he yelled at her,
Everyday he would hit her,
He would push her to the floor,
Kick her till she said I love you,
Then he would pick her up and throw her into bed,
He would sleep next to her and cry,
She would smooth his forehead,
And she would tell him it was all right,
He knew it was not,
Every night,
When she was asleep,
He would pull her close and count how many scars and bruises he had given her,
He would kiss each one,
And say he was sorry,
In her sleep,
She would mutter his name lovingly,
And every time she did,
It was like a knife going deeper into his heart,
He would smooth her hair and stare at her till she would wake,
And every morning,
She would hope he had changed,
But every morning he would kiss her and their son,
Then he would grab her hand and smack her,
He always cried after wards,
Just like their son when he heard his mommy scream in pain,
He never understood why he had to hurt her,
And she never asked,
But always after he would go sit on the couch and cry,
And she would fix herself and go to him,
She would sit on his lap while he buried his face in her chest,
And pleaded for her to forgive him,
And she always did,
But one day,
He came at her with a belt,
And she curled into a ball on the floor,
And took what he gave her,
But after he had beat her
So much that there was blood soaking the carpet of their room,
And he had gone to the couch,
She did not come to him,
He went to their room,
And found her asleep on the floor,
He picked her up,
And set her on the bed,
He took off her blood soaked cloths,
And replaced them with a fresh pair,
He had gone to the bathroom to get a washcloth and some bandages,
When he heard her scream,
He ran to their room,
And found her on the floor,
Hugging her side,
Blood flowed down,
But when he tried to pick her up,
She flinched away from his touch,
So he smacked her face,
And she sank to the ground,
He saw that her side had opened wide,
He bandaged it, and cried more than he ever thought possible,
He had opened her up,
And let her blood flow out,
He heard movement and looked up,
He saw her sitting up in their bed staring strait at him,
Her face blank,
She had bruises covering her face and scars at her neck,
Her eyes portrayed no emotion,
He got up slowly,
And her gaze fallowed each move he made,
He sat down next to her,
And found her body was cold,
Her eyes were dead,
She looked like a zombie,
The light in her had died that night,
He kissed her cheek,
And she did not move,
She kept staring,
She got up,
Eyes strait in front of her,
She walked to her son's room,
And picked him up,
She walked him to the couch
And slept with him in her arms,
He sat next to them the whole night,
This went on for a year,
She never spoke,
He never stopped pleading her,
Finally it had got to him,
He had beaten the heart out of her,
And her heart would never beat again,
He got up one night,
And took their son into his arms,
He whispered I love you,
And wrapped his cross around his son's neck,
He put him in his crib,
And walked to were she lay on the couch,
He woke her,
And still there was no life in her eyes,
He kissed her lips softly but forcefully,
The anger and depression leaked through,
And there was a spark in her for the first time,
He pulled back to stare at her finally healed face,
He was surprised to see how angelic she looked,
He stroked her face,
And she smiled sadly,
The tears streamed down his face,
She was finally waking up,
She said only four words,
I love you,
So, why?
He broke down,
I can't,
Is all he said,
He breathed his last breathe in her arms,
He sighed I love you before the medication had killed him,
She wordlessly carried his body to the bedroom,
Then called nine one-one,
She hung up and waited for them to come,
She picked her son up,
And carried him to his daddy,
To say goodbye,
She kissed his lips one last time,
Then took her son outside,
That was the last time she was ever hit,
That was the last time her eyes were not filled with tears.
