blackraven66

I sit here waiting for the bell to ring. The bell is my key to freedom. The freedom May be short lived but it is freedom none the less. People are strange beings, some are funny, some others are serious. From a single point of view, One knows only a select few people. Other views know more people. Through it all we are connected to each other. Including our enemies, For our enemies may  be friends with our friends. If that's not bad enough, then include the facts of sexuality and love. One might fall for another, but in doing so they leave themselves open to being hurt emotionally, Physically, and mentally. Some are burnt so bad that they de

As I sit here I feel like a bug under a microscope, His gaze never wavering. Waiting for me to move or say anything that can give him reason to attack me again. He relishes in my pain. I vow to myself that one day I will do that which he does to me back to him in time.It's happened once before, that time I was unwilling to fight back for the sake of my sanity. He waits then tires of waiting and imagines a reason, convinces himself it's real, then beats me. I was in two types of pain that day and now. One is the obvious physical pain from the bruises and scrapes, which still sing my unwilling praise to his violence. The second is pain because