I sat down and starred out the window at the sunlight.
How did this happen to me? Again?
I could see it in my head then. The hits, kicks, screams and pleads.
I couldn't take anymore. I got up and walked to my dresser.
I found that silver object. I sat back on the bed.
Twirling it in my shaking hands. I could see another flashback.
I had been having them for the past four months. Not just to that night.
But to the other times years ago. I could picture each
faded bruise as though it were
happening all over again. I am not able to take this anymore. This has to end now.
I held the shiny dagger in position, ready to strike. I heard little footsteps, coming
to a stop before me. "What are you doing mommy," I heard her say.
"Mommy is just resting my sweet," I had said.
She kissed my cheek and ran back out.
What was I doing? My precious little girl was only two years old.
How can I leave her already? I pushed myself up and slid the
dagger back in its place. I found my baby playing in her room, a bright smile as
she saw me. I could never leave you my sweet, my baby, my angel, my savior.
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