She tries not to whimper as sobs shake her body.
She curls up into a ball and buries her face in her hands.
She almost cries out in pain when her hand touches her face.
She knows her nose is broken as she clutches her stomach.
She knows she has to get up.
She forces herself into a sitting position,
And starts to rise on weakened knees.
She hears him breaking things in the next room.
He stomps around and bangs on the walls,
Cursing at himself and at her.
She crawls to the bathroom sink,
And holds of for support,
As she pulls herself up while the pain increases.
She looks into the mirror and almost falls back.
She doesn't look like the pretty girl she used to be.
The bruises on her neck become visible,
At least the ones that aren't covered by her blood.
She squints the one eye that can blink,
And tries to clear her head.
But the tears wont stop falling,
And the pain wont stop pounding.
He wont stop screaming,
And the blood wont stop pouring.
She covers her face with her hands,
And starts to cry though it burns her eyes.
She collapses onto the toilet,
And holds herself in a tight embrace.
She tries to think of what to do.
And then an idea comes to mind.
She stands up slowly,
And limps back to the sink.
She takes her finger and runs it across her neck,
Collecting the blood that has been flowing.
She begins to write on the mirror,
As she returns her finger again and again to collect the blood.
When she is finished she steps back to look at the mirror,
And nods in approval.
With that she stumbles into the bedroom,
Trying not to fall.
She reaches into the nightstand drawer,
And pulls out his gun.
She makes it back to the bathroom,
And stands in front of the mirror.
She begins to cry again,
But she tries to be brave.
She brings the gun to the side of her head,
And she closes her eyes.
She hears him knocking on the door softly.
He tells her hes sorry and that he loves her.
But she pulls the trigger.
He bursts into the bathroom,
And sees his beloved on the floor.
He runs to her body,
And clutches her tight to his chest.
He screams as the tears stream down his face.
Then he notices the mirror,
I'M SORRY I HURT YOU. I LOVE YOU.
He holds her close,
And rocks her back and forth.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
He says over and over again,
And then he sees his gun beside her legs.
He reaches for it,
And stares at it for a moment.
He wraps his arm around her,
And brings the gun up to his temple,
And pulls the trigger.
She lies in his arms.
Her bruised body,
Against his broken heart.
He didn't mean to hurt her.
He'd do anything for her.
But he exploded when he found out,
That she was pregnant with his best friends child.
She didn't mean to hurt him
But she didn't have to the heart to tell him.
To tell him that his best friend had raped her.
Instead she told him that she had cheated.
But this is the price,
The price you pay,
For love that is so deep...
That you'd die for it.
