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18

"Hey look who it is!"

I recognized that voice. that tone. I knew exactly what was about to happen.
it happened every time.
but there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I couldn't move. I couldn't speak.
I was trapped.

"Just look at her, she's practically trembling."

They're laughing at me but for what?
what did I ever do wrong?

"I'm not."

why did I do that?
arguing just makes things worse.

"So you've suddenly decided that you have a voice now have you?"

I've always had one, but nowadays whether I do or don't it's not like what I say matters.

"What? Cat caught your tongue all of a sudden?"

All I can do is hope.
hope that if I stay quiet and ignore them that they'll just go away.
but they never do...

"Speak up then bitch."

That pain in my cheek.
after every slap he's given me the pains become familiar.
sometimes it's like I don't even feel it.

"Just leave me alone..."

I talk but it's quiet.
like my body's trying not mute me, trying to stop me from letting out words I know will just end up getting me hurt.
because they always do...

"And why should I listen to a sack of shit like you?"

I feel like a feather.
every time he pushes me back like that
it's like there's no weight to me at all
I just fall back
nothing there behind me to keep me standing

"How pathetic. I didn't even push you that hard and you're already on the floor."

everytime he laughs like that it makes my ears ring
so sinister
so sadistic

"You're worthless."

watching him leave
I feel glad
glad that I haven't ended up in any worse of a state
but although he didn't hurt me much physically
the psychological pain will always be worse