KNIGHT
There were hands all over my body. I trembled but didn't stop him. Them. I didn't even make a noise as my dignity was shredded to pieces; as my heart was ripped from my chest. It's for angel. I'd bear it for her. I constantly kept reminding myself. My eyes were closed but I knew well enough who was present in the room with me.
I knew well enough who broke the bottle on my back, seeping pain down over to my spine and who had other intentions.
I knew them, for I had to see their faces almost every day and pretend like nothing had happened.
It's all for angel.
It's all for angel.
It's all for angel.
. . .
I had nightmares almost every day. It didn't matter whether I exhausted myself to sleep or not. It's true though that some days, the most horrific sights of my past hit me. Something I would never want anybody on this earth knowing.
