There was blood everywhere, but I was not surprised. I just hoped it wouldn’t last as long as I expected. It didn’t. And I was relieved. But I hurt inside. He did this to me. But I let him. I let him because I wanted him to be there, no matter what. And he was. And he hurt me as much as he possibly could for it. I’m sorry I’m not what you want. That’s why you hate me so isn’t it? Because I am not her. And I am here, when she can never be. I understand.