The Before.

Two years ago this night meant nothing to me.

It held no value, had no definition.

And now it’s an anniversary, a reminder of the last normal night I would have. A night where everything was just like it should be.

It’s the before.

And for the second year in a row, this night has made me the saddest.

Who I am today desperately wants to warn who I was. I want that girl to be prepared for the violent blows, for that two minute phone call that will turn her entire world upside down.

Two years later, I still cry for the girl who answered that late night call. I wish do desperately that I could protect her from the immense pain she wouldn’t be able to escape seconds later.

And today, as that girl who answered the phone the only thing that brings me comfort is knowing that her story can finally be told.

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