by Lunna Raven
I wasn’t being paranoid after all, apparently. Even the picture is ridiculously accurate, he woke me up like that.
On my first therapy session after I left my boyfriend, we discussed the obvious. The thing is, I had taken pictures of what he drew and wrote on the walls and door. I knew they were fucked up, but I wanted my doctor to see.
She said all she saw was death in them.
What disturbs me the most out of all this is how someone can change from a loving, supporting partner, to an unhinged, violent monster.