Kayla’s Nightmare

His hand was still firmly gripping my throat as he was holding me up against the wall with a tight grasp on my neck.

I was losing more and more air, and he kept squeezing. My nails were scratching at his arms but he wouldn’t stop. He kept going.

As if he didn’t care if he ended my life.

I knew that tears were coming down my face. But he didn’t seem to care.

What did i do?Why am i here with him? Why is he doing this to me?

The whole time i watch my life end in this man's hands, he hadn’t said anything to me.

Where will I go after this? Heaven? Hell?

Will i be lost in the world i once knew? Will they finally notice me?

Before i could think anymore, i was thrown to the ground.

Looking up, I acknowledged his features. I’ve never seen him before.

He watched me.

He watched how i observed him. I would remember his face. That’s how i knew he would have to kill me.

“Are you going to kill me?” i found the courage to ask. No you're going to sip tea. Fucking idiot.

He didn’t reply. Instead he started walking towards me with a stern face. I was done for.

At Least I can be with mama.

Home.

That’s what she reminds me of. Soon.

I’ll be home.

End.