"You little *****! As soon as I see you, you're dead!"--

Bedroom,
Closet,
I don't know where to hide.

Bathroom,
Kitchen,
Where do I go.

Think clearly.
Breathe in and deep,
He'll leave, yes.

His stomps I hear not from afar,
Searching for me,
Wanting to beat the living **** out of me.

"Come out now, it's about time we get this over with"--

He chuckles like a lunatic he is.
It wasn't my fault that I'm not the one for him.

"You know darling, if you just said yes that night none of this would've happened."

I remember,
That night in which he asked me that stupid question.
In which I rejected his love.

Then the doors of my bedroom flew open--
He sees me.

Run.

"You can't hide now. No one will know that you're dead after this."

"I've had enough already Bryan, I've given you multiple chances, I thought you'd change."

One.
Two.
He's inches away from me.

He stabbed me with a knife that he got from the kitchen.
Blood dripping down.

I tried to fight back,
He's too strong to handle.

"Get away from me you ******!"

I yelled as I managed to break from his iron grip.

"Love makes us go crazy Alex, you're the reason why I'm like this"

He pushed me against the wall,
And whispered--
"I love you, I own you."

Then I heard a loud bang-- gunshot.
Blood rushed down.

Red, my hands are full of red fluid.
It's not mine.
A gun, in my hand.

I shot him.
God shot a man.
I don't know how I got the gun.

"Bryan!!!"
I yell in horror.

"Wake up Alex, you're just having a nightmare."

Just a nightmare, I wish.

I fixed myself,
Wiping out the sweat from that horrible nightmare--
Surrounded by white walls.

Two more years and I'll be free.
I'll be out of this white prison.
Out of this thing that binds me.

I'm not crazy,
My reality is not twisted,
I'm telling the truth I swear.

He tried to hurt me,
I guess.
'Cause that's what I know.

Or maybe they're right,
Afterall.
Maybe I really am out of my mind.
Maybe my reality is twisted and broken.

Then I dozed off with the drug they gave me...