My Punch Drunk Love

Prologue.

Prologue.

Eleventh month.

I’ve been suffering for eleven months now.

Unfortunately, I’m still breathing, but I’m barely alive. I can’t do this anymore ... I’ve been doing my best to hide all of this, smiling, pretending. But deep inside, It felt...like...I want all of this to end. 

I’m leaving now. No... actually, I’m escaping now. Escaping from all of this crap and shit that I’m having. Just like what you did to me...

Escape.

The space bar kept on blinking on the pink laptop screen, waiting for the person to continue typing the next words on her mind. Few more seconds passed but nothing happened. She then hit the save button and the screen went black.

The laptop was closed and placed inside a suitcase, topped on a messy pile of clothes and shoes. The suitcase was closed in such a hurry and was brought to the ground. Long tanned fingers pulled up the handle and dragged the suitcase across the big room.

“I guess this is it.” She muttered with a heavy sigh, almost like a whisper, she then steps outside her room and closes the door.

Everything went black from the inside.