RAIN
He knows, he knows, he knows!
I can't seem to remember how to breathe. Everything is suffocating me, I want to get out of my skin!
He is kneeling beside me, talking to me, worried and I see the panic in his eyes. I can't comprehend what he is saying but he is stalking me, and he is touching me.
I don't want him to touch me, I don't want him to be stained by me.
I want to get away.
I think I start to, but he won't let me. Why won't he let me get away?
He knows how rotten I am, how stained and dirty I am.
I don't deserve him.
No, no, no!
"Breathe, yes, just like that. You are doing great."
He wraps his arms around me but I can't take it.
"I'm fine," my voice is hoarse.
I stand up and get away from him.
"I didn't mean to say all of that, it was harsh."
"How did you know?" I feel detached. I don't even want to comprehend the truth, but I need to hear it.
