Twice Broken

th a war I was losing, panic surged m

nd me felt thick and cruel, mocking me as I ga

ering in my ears, where was

are floor, no one to lend me a helping hand, desperat

it was the fear of dying and losing my precious life?

act

ot. Thankfully my phone was reachable, I picked it up and dialed his

e didn'

wa

ond th

our life is on the edge, if you die or live

did you keep it? I

remembered w

Yes! It

ut it felt like a thousand miles. I was

his time, a last minute attempt

it somet

ring with a piercing crash. Shards of glass scattered in every direction, but o

ase flower left a deep cut on my leg. It felt like

ime. This time I am determ

grabbed i

d to open, my hands shook wildly, scr

o think, harder to see,

y chest threatened to crush me from the

ore my eyes, the

room beca

nd the inhaler and too

few minutes, in order to regain my strength,

e tiny pieces of the vase flower,

ing profusely, I nee

uddenly paused, as the

in his room, the one h

id box , I had no idea when he'd return, I'm not sure I can risk

wait so

eased, blood trickled down my shin from the deep

go there.

, I c

e stairs echoed

ill understand that I need to treat my injury, he

door handle and pushed

murmured

keys in our bedroom some night

our bedroom, bolting

to drop it but I didn't listen. I just wanted to be stubborn or disobe

se, the room was empty. The only visible thing ther

e from coming in here, just an empty room, wha

ean my injury and live, he wouldn't notice anyth

the closet open and I re

s he h

ity con

s, which had seven keys on it. I tried five different k

re, but what laid beneath

ears. My name was written neatly on the ta

but not from asthma this

th trembling hands, but the moment

o tucked beneath the first aid box, slightly folde

, with shaking h

rs down. Always smiling. Always offerin

ins on he

carrow had gone missing six weeks ago. The

this was n

rantic, clumsy, desperate, more faces. Two o

who once helped me carry groceries up the s

d photo told a sto

ll breathing. Still Unaware of wh

y hands to cover my mouth while I let out a silent but

e closet, scanning through t

fresh- blood, the small hit my nostrils, I swallowed hard, fighti

down my spine, snappi

it! He'