Bipolar Much
Seventeen: Ilaria
After hearing the door slam shut, flinching once more. I couldn’t help but stay there for a while longer, curled up into myself. All the past horrors of my husband and what he did to me filtering through my head. That is until his dark eyes flash in my mind. Those dark eyes that tell me that he would never hurt me. I sit up looking around the room and notice that I still have the backpack on. My body seems to be on auto pilot as I slip it off of my back. Using the wall I stand up slowly and stumble to the bed. I try to think of everything that I had said to him.
It was all a blur. I don’t know what exactly I said to him. All I know was that I let it all out. Everything that I had been feeling the last couple of years. Everything that I had bottled up insid
