My story :)

A perfectly innocent, perfectly normal and previously content girl sat and ate an ice cream. She talked to herself in her head, speaking riddles and rhymes and internally creating poetry that revolved around the beauty of nature and her surrounds.

She began to quietly whisper to herself and random objects around her. She told the trees of their beauty and she commented on the prodigious hues that radiated off of the surface of the grass. Her icecream dripped down onto her skirt and she laughed, bending over to lick the creamy goodness off of the garment. She looked up and her eyes rested upon a pair of shoes. She lifted her gaze and followed the shoes to a pair of jeans, a children of bodom shirt and finally to an unfortunately familiar face. She closed her eyes shut and wished that he was not really standing before her. For a moment she forgot his presense as she spoke herself into her imaginary world-a world where he did not exhist and where he did not dominate her nightmares.
“Please dont...” she began. He smiled that sick and twisted smile he always had and as it spread over his face she tried to stand up and run. The bubble she was trapped in held her down and she was unable to pick herself up and off of the ground. She fell down hopelessly and pulled her legs towards her chest, guarding her torso from pain and hurt. Please may this be a dream. He hair fell gently onto her cheek and her bewitching blue eyes were shut closed. A tear fell over her nose and dropped to the grass. The bubble tightened around her fragile body and she felt herself being constricted. He sat beside the suffocating girl and he smiled gently. He bent over and placed his hand on her shoulder. He brought his lips towards her ear and whispered “Im still here”. Her stomach turned with sick as his presense overcame her and taunted her. She did not love him. She just simply couldnt escape his antics, his abuse and his manipulation. His sick perverted and twisted idea’s led her mind backwards.

She thought a year back to a night where the moon seemed to overpower the strength of the night. The stars had shined as they never had before. She had felt nothing in a few years, simply going about her daily business as she deemed necessary. Hours passed, days passed, weeks passed, years passed. She promised herself that the situation would improve and that she just had to wait.

Mulan had taught her that a girl should always do what she had to to please those she loved. She had cut off her hair to spare her father and had raced off to war, saving an army general whom she had fallen in love with. Along with all of this she had saved China, been put down by the man of her dreams and had been left to die in the snow cold and alone.

The night she thought of had been a night of taking a risk with a great price to pay. She knew that she should not let herself go and trusted him when she had taken that risk, however she went against her better judgement and gave up. What did it matter anyway? Flashbacks pounded in her head. She had not wanted that. He had done it anyway. She remembered running off to the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. She had fallen to the floor and had laid curled up in a ball as she was currently doing. Her body was natural and bare, her blood intoxicated and her mind manic. As she left she spoke to herself, telling herself that it was okay and that it was her fault rather than his. She convinced herself that he had not meant to hurt her and that she was not really hurt but was rather just being stupid. They drove from the curved stairs and the thick vines which hung from a scarred and memory which impregnated her dreams and tormented her young heart.

Its not me, she whispered. She opened her eyes and through the bubble she could see the reflected face which contained his egocentric, sex dominated, retributed brain. A month had taught her that the only person she could trust was herself. She had gone insane, made astounding mistakes and told implausible lies which had uplifted her in a way that she could never fully express .

His cruel voice constructed the usual destructive syllables. On any other day she would have imploded; self destruction was the easiest solution, but today she felt exceptional. She felt a force inside of her unlike anything she had ever felt before. She felt an uncontrollable urge to avenge her soul and rise up against the antagonisingly unrighteous forces he had inflicted upon her for years. She knew that she was exactly where she wanted to be. The bubble loosened. She gasped for breath and began to inhale small, translucent gushes of oxygen which barely fulled her lungs but which allowed her to eliminate the numbness that was overcoming her body.
I have the incredible strength to do whatever i want to do and noone can tell me otherwise. She moved her knees apart from her chest slightly and her body gradually eased as she felt the bubble loosen further.

Theres hope and I have found it. He was taken aback by the sudden movement in her body. Colour began to form on her cheeks and she could feel her pulse beating strong and fast in her wrists. He stood watching dumbfounded as she spoke her way out of the balloon that had her tightly wound in a cacoon of denial and dependance.

You have no control. The balloon burst, cause him to fall backwards and land flat on the ground. She untanged her limbs and rose from the cold surface of the balloon. A tingling sensation emerged from her toes and it made its way up through her calves, slowly working its way up her body. It tickled her spine and smashed into her head. She was so overcome with strength that she let out a loud and hard laugh so ridiculous that it provoked further laughter. She stood and tears of joy sprayed out of her tear ducts as she laughed reasonlessly. She slapped her knee and screamed uncontrollably, only to look up and see that he was finally gone.