Everything went
black.
All I know
is that when
I woke up,
I was covered
in blood
and I couldn't
move.
There were people
all around me
screaming,
asking if I was dead.
I was carefully
lifted onto the
stretcher
and thats when
I saw you;
sitting in the
back of the
police car.
What the fuck
did you do to me?
Was it that
hard to accept
that I had left you?
At the hospital,
I was finally able
to move.
I went to the mirror
and saw that
my face was bruised
and swollen...
They hadn't cleaned
the blood
off of me.
I didn't look
like myself at all.
Was that
your plan?
To make me look so
ugly that no one
else would
want me?
If I ever see
your sorry ass
again I will
make sure
to leave you in
worse condition
than you left
me in......

You'll be
dead.