Four walls of white—
you held me captive as the chains of despair hurt a little more every day; the rust beginning to bruise my skin.

The shackles started to become comforting, making me smile while looking down at them. I look into the mirror and see my reflection. A girl, so fragile and broken. Her hair in tangles, blue and black marks on her skin; some were faded, some were new. I touched it, anticipating the pain. I winced, raising my finger, tracing my face as I looked at the girl in front of me.

Her eyes were big with a hint of brown, bags of black surrounded them. Her cheeks pale while her bones, evident with just a glimpse. This is what you have done to me. You spew your venom right at me, throwing me with all your might. You feast your eyes and in a flash you release a riot, pinning all your anger on me.

I suffocate as you put your weight on me, shoving me until I scream out in pain. You throw me down the stairs and pick me up once again. I close my eyes and struggle, terrified of what might come next.

But you lay me down on the bed, soft and shallow. You whisper, "I'm sorry, I love you.", and tuck me in. I smile at the thought. You love me. Yes, you do.

The hands you put around my neck are also the hands that tuck me in. The lips you use to scream at me are also the lips that kiss me goodnight. You must really love me; I say to myself. My eyes become heavy, as I drift back to sleep, excited for what tomorrow has in store.

I never want to leave.

All I need is you. With you, I am safe; I feel safe in your abuse.