Broken-Chapter 2: Falling

I can’t keep going back to him anymore. I can’t stay locked in my room all day hiding. People noticed the change. They noticed the bruises along my arms. The ones on my neck. With just the slightest touch, they hurt. I can’t run my fingers over them or even bare to glance at myself in the mirror, but occasionally, I do.
When I look in the mirror, I see nothing. I don’t recognize myself anymore. My skin went from a beautiful tan color that all my friends were jealous of to a sickly pale color. I have dark circles under my eyes showing all of the sleepless nights. I’m covered in black and blue. That’s not me. My eyes are just black holes with no trace of emotion. There is nothing left. I am nothing.
This is the last time. I can’t keep going back. It just keeps getting worse and worse. They keep telling me to just leave him. I can’t. And I can’t talk to them anymore. I’m alone with no one to save me. It’s impossible. Maybe it’s time to just stop this. To fall into that black pit of nothing and never come back. Maybe it’s just time.