It broke out over her like a fever,
Too prideful to cry- screams left her body instead,
Shaking uncontrollably from everything she held in so tightly
She gave up.
Sliding down her shower wall she let the water beat down on her.
The beads of water on her face mixed with her tears-she couldn’t tell which was which anymore.
She painfully lifted her self out of the tub and was stable enough to look in the mirror.
Her eyes swollen, and only pityful remains of her makeup left, she looked.
Her eyes, her eyes were a dark but bright blue. A rich ocean. It was her eyes, raw-pure.
Usually an awkward green color-they were blue. Soaking wet, swollen eyes, red along her cheekbones, so unbelievably lost, and helpless-her eyes were finally blue-like they used to be.

“He’s got you. And He’s got a plan for you. He just wants your eyes.

He wants your attention. He wants your heart right now. Stop holding onto things & give it up completely. He’s got you."