I am finally done building my house, it might not be a palace but it's my castle. I'll build a proper deck a bit later on. I fall asleep that night to the sounds of the island...then the nightmares starts again. I remember the shouting and screaming and Mark's fists as it crashed into my bruised and battered face and body. I could almost feel the kicks again of cruel steel toed boots into my stomach. I flash back to the feel of the gunmetal grey pistol in my hands, the sickening smell of gunpowder and black blood and seeing him crumble into a pathetic heap and dying in front of me. The look of horror on his face when I walked up to him and shot him between the eyes. I wake with a start and I walk outside for some fresh air. It's starting to rain softly. Never again will I be the victim, never again will I be that pathetic, drug addicted little girl again! You hear me world!! NEVER AGAIN!
I hope you're roasting well in hell tonight, you bastard!
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