I let out choked screams as I clutched the material of my shirt at my chest. I curled up with my knees pressed against me. My hands began to claw at my body. Anything……anything besides the agonising ache that grew stronger with every struggling breath I took. While I laid there straining for air, memories of a no faced man flashed behind my sealed eyes. I shudder when images of him would act violently towards me, assaulting me physically and mentally sometimes even ually. I felt dirty. Dirtied by this man where some of my memories caused me to sigh in happiness whenever he had treated me like as if I was fragile as glass. I’ve never been as confused as to why this man causes such leaps of my emotions. Why did I even stay with him if he was like that to me? This question was one of the first that was forever implanted within me, followed by many others as I would wake up to these vivid dreams every now and then that brought along these excruciating attacks.

I panted against my sweat stained pillow as the world seemed to darken before finally I exhaled in contentment when sleep dominated me. I didn’t think that fate had something else in store for me when I met my strawberry thief. 

First Person

So this is my first fanfic

Any story that this is similar to is purely coincidental