Knives

I sat in the chair crying with my hands in my lap.

Jake walked up to me with a knife and didn't say a word, just stuck it hard into my side. I cried out and more tears flowed as he pulled a chunk of flesh away from my ribs and walked away.

Steven was next. He kissed my forehead with his lying lips and sliced some skin from my soft thigh. I could feel the fire burn in my leg and rush up to my eyes, causing more tears to fall.

An older man walked over. I didn't even remember his name. But I remembered the weekend I had tried so hard to forget. I remembered his rotten breath, his rough and forceful hands, my naked body lying in the bathtub, shaking and throwing up. He walked over and grinned, showing his crooked nasty teeth. He was rotten to the core and just seeing his face made me queasy. He ran his knife along the side of my neck, his hot rancid breath in my face. He put the knife against my breast and sliced it off. I screamed.

They kept coming with their knives, their smiles, their lies.

I was no longer whole, just pieces of me left, sitting in the chair.

And then he finally walked up to me. I smiled, thinking I was saved, that he would piece me back together, that he would kiss my scars away. He called me by my nickname and I smiled. "I love you, Mary Jane."

I turned my bleeding face towards him, hoping he would think I was beautiful even with all these wounds. He stroked my cheek, then shoved a knife deep into my chest.

I choked on my shock, choked on my heart, and I couldn't even form tears.

His wicked smile burned into my eyes and he threw the knife to the side before walking away.

Leaving me broken and bleeding in this broken chair.

And I woke up.

Had a pretty rough nap when I had this nightmare.