I'm sitting on the floor
The cold tile floor is the only thing that's keeping me grounded.
Flashbacks start.

I remember you being mad at me and throwing a knife at me.
I remember you being drunk and throwing the beer bottle at me.
I remember when I made a mistake you yelled at me saying
"There is no such thing as mistakes!"
You screamed at me until there were tears coming down.
I remember you said
"It's okay if you did. Confess now I PROMISE I won't be mad"
And when I confessed you got mad and threw me to the ground.
If you wonder why I don't trust people, that's why.

I hear banging on the door.
The flashbacks stop.
I'm back on the floor of the bathroom.
Hands cold.
Heart numb.
Tears dripping down the side of my face.