The Thought, The Choice

By 00YuviDani00 •
This is routine for her now, nothing new
Every other day it’s like a re-run
She had every action, every movement, every word recorded in her mind
She tries to forget
But every time she tries
The images just get clearer in her head
She tries to ignore
But with every attempt
The words just get louder
She tries to escape
But no mater how hard she tried
She just kept running back into it
Giving up was the only option
So she would have to live with it
She would have to live with hearing the car door slam at 3:00 o’clock in the morning
She would have to live with waking up at 3:01 and feeling in her stomach the sensation of torture and depression
She would have to live with the living room lights turning on at 3:04 burning her sensitive eyes
She would have to live with the obvious whispers going on below her bedroom
She would have to live with the slow increase in volume of the voices downstairs turning, changing, altering into piercing shouts
She would have to live with all the cuss words, the hurtful words, the damaging words, the wounding words that would play and replay in her mind one million times not knowing that every word was stabbing her being
She would have to live with hearing a flower vase, or mirror, or wine bottle break and shatter down to pieces, every piece of glass another hole in her heart
She would have to live with the sudden halt of the argument, because of the break, those seven seconds the most quiet yet still the most painful of all
She would have to live with hearing the loud, excruciating stomps of feet on their way back to the front door
She would have to live with the echo of the accelerator of the car outside her window, slowly fading as the vehicle drove farther and farther away from her “sanctuary”
She would have to live with the sound of the weeps, and sobs, and cries of the fragile, broken figure under her room. For every tear downstairs that hit the wooden floor, there was a drop of red, hot, sticky fluid that stuck to the bathroom sink
She would have to live with the moments every night that the figure that used to be below her would enter her room with eyes red and teary making sure that her baby girl was comfortable and secure in the calm of her room
She would have to live with the whole in her heart, in her soul that could not be filled back in
She would have to live with it
Live with it all
She would have to live with it for the first 18 years of her life
She would have to deal with it, suck it in
Unless….
Unless she made a choice
Would she choose to rid her body of the liquid that keeps her alive?
Was that what this would lead to?
But was it worth it?
Is it better to live with the heavy burden of life and wait for it to change?
For it to get better
Or to not live at all~*