I looked up through watery, smoke stained eyes and let my gaze rest on the monster who did this to me. The one who had literally been the monster in the closet. I stared up into your face, not quite believing, though my mangled form was truth enough. I clenched my fists and forced my eyes closed as tight as possible, I didn't want to see anymore. Please, no more. That had become my mantra to you, though you paid no heed to it. With my eyes closed the pain became more intense as you did not relent. My senses over loaded on the coppery smell of (my own) blood and the burned, flaking flesh that hung onto my form. I gasped, eyes flying open as wide as possible when the monster, my monster (I can't even think of your name. Why?) just kept on kicking my chest in, making my body instinctively curl up. I willed my tears to stop falling, as their salt just added to the pain, leaking into the many cuts. Did my tears cajole you? I saw you smile when I let out my first sob. Bastard. I heard a low, silky laugh and the soft click of heels on my floor as my killer left the scene. I wonder how long it will take for someone to find me. I entertained the idea that someone could quite possibly find me before I bled out. That would be an embarassing meeting.

"Oh hey, glad your here! My lover just about killed me, hadn't he? Ahh, he is just silly like that! Now, if you wouldn't mind, would you please get a fucking ambulance? Kay, thanks." because that sounds like fun. I lay on my bedroom floor, staining the blue carpet a dark crimson. I felt my tears double their force as they rained from my face. I won't be saved. I let myself just go with it, let the pain overwhelm my body. There was nothing I could do about it. I was to die here. Pray it be quick, as I could tell now that asking for a painless death would only be foolish, a childs prayer. I have lost all religion. I did when you first ran the edged knife across my once umblemished, creamy skin, that is now black and laced with cuts that ran over the scars from before.

I moved over a bit to get out of my own blood puddle, feeling the soaked, half incinerated threads around me. I suddenly remembered I was wearing little to no clothing. Too late, the scratchy feel of the carpet catapulting the pain into higher levels. How could I be so careless. How can my thoughts be so stable right now? They are, aren't they? I can't tell anymore. I delved back into my thoughts, and most importantly (and most regretably) my memories. I remembered how this happened, who was the one to cause this and how angry this made me. I refelt the cold blade sliding into my soft flesh, blade lubricated with my blood, to scrape off skin in chunks. Your cuts, once even, became hurried and messy. My skin was (once again) being licked by flame, the places with missing flesh being cauterized so the blood would leak slowly and thickly. The remaining skin on my body being blackened at my monsters hand. Your hand. My flesh...ripped and blackened by your precious knife, the golden tongue of your lighter, and your beatings. With a last thought of my abusers identity (You. Or have you already forgotten? Trust me, now I will never let you forget.), I became unconcious. Put to 'sleep' by the pain you've inflicted.

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I yawned quietly and slipped under the covers. Snuggled down deeper as the cold sheets slowly warmed up. It is only 10pm, yet I've gone to bed. My friends/roomates made me. They pointed out how I haven't been sleeping well. I blame it on the nightmares I keep having. Like a child, I've been checking the closet before bed. Which have led to many gay jokes when my roomates found out. But I can't help it. I get shivers down my back when I think of how I made my parents check when I was little. I swore to them I could feel their eyes following me...watching. I feel the eyes now. I hear a rustle of fabric. I forgot to check under the bed.

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[A/N] :D? Yay? Ugh I had a nightmare one night, and I couldn't go back to sleep after it so I wrote this when I was still scared. xD Only one part left of this.