I lie there on the floor, blood is running down my chin from the cut on my lip, a bruise will soon be on my cheek. The familiar sting begins to surface, but I refuse to cry this time. He has no power any more.
tales of mystery, horror and suspense
tales of mystery, horror and suspense
I lie there on the floor, blood is running down my chin from the cut on my lip, a bruise will soon be on my cheek. The familiar sting begins to surface, but I refuse to cry this time. He has no power any more.