it was two a.m. of june eleventh when they found me there.

"miss? miss, can you hear us?"

i stared up at them from the ground, looking away from the blood streaming down my bruised skin.

"we're going to take you to the hospital, miss. can you tell us how you feel?"

broken. empty. ripped apart. my whole world had fallen apart just moments ago and i wanted to tell them but no words could escape my throat. instead i silently gazed at the doorway where you had walked out of. tears spilled from my eyes as they wrapped their arms around me and lifted me up.

"miss, please. we need you to describe the pain."

describe the pain? i almost wanted to laugh at their stupid, imbecilic faces. how did they not realize that there were no combinations of letters in the whole world that could string together the agony that rushed through my veins from head to toe? they thought they knew what pain was. but they didn't know how you ripped me apart, how you cracked my ribs with your words, how you broke my bones with every swift motion of your rough hands.

i couldn't even move in that instant. i couldn't even breathe. all i could think was that you had sworn you loved me, you had sworn you would never hurt me, and that you were the most convincing liar i had ever encountered. and i hated you and i wanted to rip your lungs out but goddammit, i loved you too, and i wanted with every ounce of my soul for you to be there as they rushed me into the ambulance on the hospital bed.