Martyr of my timeA Story by Plagued Monumentally
He etches the symbol into my forearm, something I was too afraid to do myself
the only symbol that binds us all together. "You could of been great! You could of made him proud!" He screams at the top of his lungs. All the morphine in the world couldn't distract me from the pain I was feeling. And not just physically, but mentally. He broke me down in the name of God And he just expects me to take it all in and nod. "Forget the pain, forget the yelling, forget the heartbreak. Be the woman your father raised you to be!" He spat his words out with venomous hate. He gives me an ogle stare, something that no lover could bare. I fight back the tears, knowing that all my fears weren't doing me any good. But now that he has me, I'm not sure I can stand on my own. I stumble, I fall, I get back up and do it all again. "Smile, forget it all, and you'll be with him again." He bends down and whispers in my ear, "father protect her so." Then I hear the shot gun go off, I was his sweet sacrifice.
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3 Reviews Added on June 18, 2011 Last Updated on July 25, 2011 AuthorPlagued MonumentallyMSAboutSo it's been a couple years since I've been on this site, and lots has changed. Most of my writing is between two to three years difference to the stuff I'm writing now. Please pay attention to the di.. more..Writing
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