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While I sat outside on the swinging porch bench, I began to think about everything that's happened to me. My mind warped me through all the hell I've been through. The random beatings, the endless pain, the sick feeling that never seemed to leave. It gave me goosebumps.
I looked down at my lap, my pale and boney hands sitting on the white dress I was wearing. My feet gently rocked the bench back and forth while the wind made my hair dance. I took the flower from my ear and held it in my hands for several minutes, looking down at it.
This is not the way I want to die. I don't want to look like I'm his bride while waiting for death to take me away. Not like this. This is not the way I want to die. I released the flower from my grasp, and watched it blow away in the wind.