I watch as she squirms under his grip one hand over her mouth the other at her hip. I feel for the girl so pretty but worn. She looks of an angel though her wings have been torn.
Switch
I wake up, oh god. it happened again. ****, I can’t take this I wish it was made up, pretend.
What can I do? I am only a young girl and he a man of power. No one would care. A man that, if accused, from a girl run ragged and bare, only my reputation would turn sour, it’s not fair.
I listen for his footsteps coming for round two. I listen carefully while chained here there is nothing else to do.
How long was I out for, god ****** what day is it? I can’t even tell Not after that first hit. How long has it been, who knows I’ve lost count I can only hope the end is near.
The door opens again light floods the dark room the shadow of a man coming to light the crooked smirk and rough hands Greet me once more I close my eyes and hit the floor.
Switch
The girl hits the floor fast her head cracks. He doesn’t care she doesn’t dare make a sound. I don’t even see tears.
She’s weak she doesn’t even fight it anymore She lays there God ****** get up, it isn’t getting better and I can only feel pity for so long. She looks like a lifeless doll. God ****** get up, She lays there in thrall of him.
Oh look he’s done. Throws her once pristine and lively body to the side. Shocker that ****** ****** her touched her and wrecked her and he thinks he can walk away. Wrong, I won’t let her stay.
Switch
My head oh god my head. The crimson mark of his abuse covers my hands. My body aches I don’t know how much more I can take.
Switch
None she won’t take it anymore. I won’t let her, it’s her turn to show him the kind of of pain he put her in.
Stand up ****** stand up and fight back. He is going to get his scotch and sit down. wrap something on your head to slow the bleeding. Make him start pleading, and show him how you plan on succeeding.
Switch
Okay I’m up and I can see him hold his cup only his hand and arm are visible. How typical, but this is no longer livable. And it has blown past fixable so now all that is left is to end it.
I admit it went on too long but he was in the wrong I feel our power now she is with me and it is time to end he he who defaced us, he who disgraced us, he who wasted us. Now we waste him knife in his heart, finally four years after the start. It was we who made he Depart.
Written for a class from the perspective of someone with multiple personality disorder.