I'm running through the woods, trying to get away, but it's hard. My leg is torn up pretty bad, so is my shoulder and my face is beaten to near a pulp. I'm running as fast as I can but it isn't fast enough. He's catching up. I can hear the feet pounding which are not my own.

I want to get away, but every bone and muscle in my body is protesting. I can't run much longer. He can catch up. I have to find a way to distract him, or make him go the wrong way.

Before I can think of what to do I'm falling. I feel the arm snake around my waist just before my face would've hit the hard ground, and I'm yanked backwards. The bruises on my ribs begin to throb but he doesn't care. He never has cared he only pretended to. I feel a bang and next thing I know I'm waking up back in the cell that has been my home for years now. I think it's been years. I try to count the days, but I never know how long I've been out when he hits my head that way.

Just as I'm getting my bearings he's back. He walks in, and I can almost see the anger radiating off of him as he stalks towards me.

"You've really done it this time haven't you? You stupid, good for nothing brat!" He spits it at me. I see something glimmer slightly in his hand and automatically I flinch. He hasn't even touched me yet and I flinched. I know what's coming. He hasn't changed his tactics since I've been here. It's always constant. Constant pain, constant injuries, and constant wounds. The only change there ever is, is when he strikes me into nothingness.

I've just woken up from my beloved nothingness and he's back already. Back to continue the constancy, to inflict as much or as little pain as he wants on me. Because he knows I won't fight back, he knows I'm too weak to try.

I feel the lash before I even saw it coming. The skin on my side tears quickly, and he lashes out again. Again and again he keeps lashing out.

There is nothingness again. Then I wake up, and it begins all over again.

If only he hadn't killed me that awful day a year ago. If only I had gotten away. My momma always said that the afterlife was just your last day repeating itself, if only I had believed her. I thought I would get away from the pain if I just let him kill me. I didn't believe her. I should've believed her. I should've fought not to get stuck in this cycle. Constantly back and forth between the nothingness and then the pain. More nothingness and then more pain, over and over it continues. I've been this way for years, and I will always be this way. Always repeating my last day. Never escaping his cruel words or stone hard face, absent of any emotions. Its always this repetitive cycle of pain and misery.

Sometimes I think something changes, but it's probably just my imagination. Like last time I woke up, the color of the walls changed from blue to white, and the floors checkered pattern was gone. I even thought I heard another girl's voice once. But that's all impossible, I can't hear anyone but The Man, and my screams, and the sound of my own flesh tearing.

I slowly slip back into the nothingness, waiting for the next failed attempt at escape.