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The darkness surrounds me, dense and impenetrable, I no longer feel my body, which lies inert on the floor of the room. I no longer feel physical pain, only a sense of emptiness that overwhelms and confuses me. Even when the continuous pounding stopped I remained floating in that endless blackness.
I watched from the shadows as he stared at me with a mixture of hatred and twisted satisfaction at what I had done. My tears had long since been exhausted, as if I had died many times before this last one that completely snatched away my earthly existence.
The neighbours finally alerted the authorities, this time heeding my cries, which they had previously ignored, and the police burst onto the scene, uncovering the macabre scene, handcuffing my husband and taking him away.
I could see him walking tall with no remorse, although he will spend a few years in prison for causing my death, perhaps a good lawyer will make it less and his sentence will be short, it is the law of men, late and ineffective and although people will say ‘He finally paid’, I am trapped, locked up in this prison for my death.
I am trapped, locked in this eternal blackness, condemned to be an invisible spectre wandering around watching the world go on spinning without missing me. Never again will I be able to embrace my loved ones, never again will I feel the warmth of solitude on my face. The future I had longed for has been mercilessly snatched away.
Yet I harbour a tiny hope, a spark that flickers in the gloom. Perhaps my death will not be in vain, perhaps now when another woman raises her terrified voice, it will be heard. Maybe the piercing screams that my neighbours and relatives ignored will no longer be silenced with indifference.
But it is only a silent spectre's hope, that my story will be etched into the collective consciousness as a tragic reminder that it could have been avoided.
That was my only possible redemption in the infinite darkness that awaits me. That the suffering I experienced could mean salvation for others. Perhaps then, at last, I will be able to rest in peace.
Incredible story @eliassamuel 🤗, it reflects the daily torture experienced by women victims of gender violence at the hands of psychopaths and narcissists. Just remember to use royalty free images.