In the single room I wait for you, dream about you, and sing about a perfect picture of you and I so I don't forget.

More people pass by me, the little glass doll with fading paint and lost memories, as though I don't exists.
I ask aloud why nobody can see me.
And a girl stops long enough to say "Because you're too broken." and then drops her eyes from mine.

I look down at my jaggedly cut legs, and scraped arms.
Why do they think this is ugly?
Watching the glass break off is something I would never trade.
It means you are here.
It means you are embracing me.
Pretending to love me.
It's something I can't let escape my mind.

The door slams shut as I look up.
"Why are you smiling?"
My smile widens the second I hear the voice. A voice I play over and over again in my head so as never to forget it when it comes. A beautiful song.
"Because you came back my beloved." I answer.
Your face lightens a shade.
"I'm sorry.. I wont call you that again. If that will make you happy."

A smile crosses your face as you take a step closer to me with an outstretched arm.
My head jerks back slightly as your fingers intertwine in my long red hair.
A single piece of glass from my strained neck hits the black ice floor and shatters into more.

I feel your hot breath on my face before you press your lips hard on mine, and a chip forms on the lower right of my lip and spreads in all directions.
"You make me happy love."

Your steal grip on my hair loosens and you start to walk away.
You didn't seem to notice the small slivers of glass on the floor or the chip on my lip.
With watery eyes and a smile tempting my dark red lips I say "Wait... please don't go. You just got here."
With your body still facing the door you speak in a simple tone "I have other things to do darling."
Your shoulders go up in a shrug, and you disappear behind the door.

I wait in my solitude wanting the answer to come into the mess of thoughts pounding into the sides of my head.
What happens when my lip breaks off more? Will I not be able to remember I single thing? Will my thoughts escape through a hole in my head? I could barely remember you always called me darling.
Am I ugly to you too, or is it that I'm just not worth as much time anymore?
Why do you like to hurt me? No... you mustn't be trying to hurt me. But how can that be?
Why oh why do I still look forward to you coming?

A haunting shrill laugh reaches my ears and crawls the surface of my translucent glassy skin.
The boy's laugh.
I know it's the boy, but I don't remember who the boy is.
I hear the crunching sound of glass under the boys boot.
His dark brown bangs hang beneath his eyes, with lips tightly stretched upward into a smile, exposing pearl white teeth.

"Hello you filthy sow. Smile, I'm back. "
And then I know he had been here before.
The only words that can come up my throat come out horse. "Please.. please, leave me alone. I beg-"
A sharp kick to my gut stops me short and is instead replaced with a scream from deep in my throat. The boy yanks his black boot from my stomach flinging glass into the opposite wall. I fold over on myself and hit my face on the ground leaving a white glassy piece of my cheek on the floor in front of me.
"No.. Now you are begging." he spits.
The boy grabs my arms with gentle hands, carful not to break them further, and pulls me close.
My soft whimpering mixes with his heavy adrenaline rushed breathing.

"Why do you ask if you're beautiful in your dreams? You know you're ugly, and if you need more proof then just look at what I've done to you, babe."

The boy hits my face and I fall back to the floor. I clench my eyes shut and scream.
If only someone could hear me.
If only they would care.
My screams last as long as I can manage, drowning out the sound of my tattered body being crushed.

As my last scream escapes my mouth, the boys words come out as a caress but cut deep. "Why do you sing about that foul beast? Why do you love him as much as I hate you? He hurts you, just as I hurt you."

A realization from the deepest part my my brain reaches me.
You only pity me... You don't love me, as I love you. But you do not want to hurt me.

The boy kneels down on the glass and puts his face next to mine, my eyes still shut.

"He would have never wanted you as you want him. So by killing us I've done us all a favor..."

The boys breathing stops and I wonder briefly if he left, before everything stops. I open my eyes but only to see everything dissipate.
The black room with faded and pealing paint on the walls,
gone.
The table in the corner with the one lamp casting shadows,
gone.
The shards of clean white glass spread on the floor,
gone.
Then all my pain, even the sound of my own breathing, leaves me in the long drop into darkness.

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Warm skin brushes along my arm, and my cheek is pressed to a strong built chest. My eye lids feel heavy as they move up over my eyes, to greet a familiar face.  

Your face.
The only face in the world that matters to me.
The only face in the world that hurts to see stare at me with compassion and pity, but nothing more.

I studied your stricken face, beautifully carved lips, distinct cheek bones.
Seeing me awake you ask quickly "What happened? Was it the boy again?" your voice choked up and raspy.

Frightening memories suddenly play in my head. The sharp pain as my body breaks. The screams coming out my throat and echoing off the walls in the small room.
The boy.

I suddenly pulled myself up onto you closer digging my nails into the back of your neck.

"Where is he?" I ask in a frantic rushed voice.
You study my pained face for a second.
"He... he's gone!"
"Dear... there was no one here except you and your imagination. I came in while you were-"
"What are you talking about I saw him! He threw me to the floor! He was trying to kill me!"
"No... you did that to yourself." You place your hands on your head trying to search for words to explain the familiar horror you just witnessed. And worse unscramble why I didn't know.
"You don't remember? This has happened once before but you only said threats... now you're hurting yourself."
"Me?" I asked with bulging eyes. "I... I don't-"
"Yes... the boy is a make believe person you made up. He is stronger then you."
Tears flooded your eyes and your hands moved back to my arm. I saw in your watery blue green eyes my own face. I saw white glass in your hand and glue in the other. Gasping I tore my eyes away from your face to my body. Arms, legs, hands, and uncovered belly all back together but with long scars jetting across them.
"The boy is a sick joke... but you did have one thing right." your hands again went to pick up a piece of glass and placed it back together, sealing it.
"What is that?" I asked.
"I don't love you as much as you love me. Not now anyways." you breathed.
Tears threatened to spill over my face and I bit my tongue. "Why did you bother putting me back together?"
You finished with the last piece and took my face in both your gentle hands. "Because, I want to heal what I have broken."
You caressed my face for a minute then got up and disappeared through the door.

The tears ran along the glued shards of my face down to my chest.
I had been put back together but not healed.

Forever these glued lines would haunt me.
Remind me.

Healing what you had broken was your way of saying goodbye.
But you cannot to heal what could never be healed.

Your last horrific gift to me:
Never forgetting.