The Day before

It was the day before my life began. It was the day before my life ended. I thought that I had enough. He called me a “stupid cunt” and that is where I thought that I drew the line. That was the day before he took me to work for the last time. I calmly packed my things into a suitcase and silently put it in the car. That was the day before I climbed those stairs for the last time. After the cat was in the car I was free, I was gone. That was the day before I would never be free again. The cat and I got a hotel and we both were scared. That was the day before I found him on the floor. That was the day before I knew heroine would always be more important then me. We lied to ourselves (the cat and I) that we wouldn’t go back, that we were done. That was the day before I found out I wasn’t the only girl. I watched television and dreamed of how my life was going to be different. That was the day before I went back for the last time. That was the day before I lost all hope. He called me and all his words were beautiful and they all made sense. That was the day before I would never believe him again. I almost saved myself from the day after, but that was the day before he saved me from himself.