Everything was quiet when I had finally realized Gaven was fast asleep. I looked down at my wrist which was throbbing in pain, but when I looked, I wish I hadn't. There was a big purple circle all the way around my wrist, Gaven had left another bruise. I closed my eyes as my body began to ache. I looked down at the bruise, *bruises*, that covered my body. The harder I tried not to cry, the worse the pain behind my eyes got. So finally I let my tears out, I had been crying alot lately and it needed to stop. Was this really the first time I had reconized the abuse evidenc that covered my body head to toe? I sobbed but then stopped breathing, praying that he hadn't heard me as Gaven shifted onto his side in his sleep. After almost a minute of holding my breath I let it out and felt reliefe run through my body.

If he had heard me cry he would have asked why, and I would have had to tell him. I shuddered at this thought, he'd probably cry. That night I didn't get the least bit tired, I sat, wide awake the whole entire night. Just watching Gaven. Why am I doing this? Why don't you do something about it! Stand up for yourself! Slowly, I stood up and walked away. Leaves crunching under my feet with every step I took. I heard Gaven stand up in the back ground. "Madelene? Where are you going?" He called after me, but I didn't answer. I wanted to walk forever and never look behind me. Soon Gaven came to my side. I guess his hand wasn't all that bad now was it? I didn't hear him whinning about it now. "Maddie, talk to me." He whinned again. "Shut up Gaven." I said in the most bold, stern voice I have ever used with him.

Gaven hung his neck and contiuned to walk by me until almost three hours later. We had come to a super rich town with food and hospitals and everything. I motioned to Gaven to follow me into the hospital where they made him a room and bandaged his hand. Gaven hadn't spoke a single word to me since I had told him to shut up hours ago. When the nurse closed the door he looked at his hand and then at me, "Why'd you try to leave me?" He said in a sypthetic voice. Behind my eyes stung and my throat was sore and it was hard to swallow. "You abuse me..." I whispered in a pathetic voice. Gaven looked at me, scared and seriouse. "I don't...I never wanted to hurt you." With this I ripped off my shirt to my under shirt and pointed at the bruises that covered my arms all the way up and down.

"Really! Then what is this Gaven! What is it!" I screamed as his eyes filled with tears and his voice got still. "I'm so sorry Madlene....Please don't leave me..." I swalloed hard and looked away from Gaven, "I think we need-" "No! Please Madelene I love you! Please believe me Maddie! Don't leave me!" He screamed like a baby being dropped off for it's first day of school. I shook my head and tried to ignor his pittifulness. "No Gaven. We need to break up. End of story." The room got quiet and for the first time it was Gaven crying alone. He burried his face in his hands and sniffled. I didn't dare look up from the ground, certainlly not at Gaven. I took a few deep breaths and then left the room.

When the door slammed behind me I didn't feel like the same person. I felt like I was still standing in that room with Gaven, not walking away from him. I wrapped my arms around myself and closed my eyes, breathing slowly through my nose. It was for the best... I thought. My heart felt shattered inside. I wondered what Gaven was doing in that room...Did he miss me? Did he really love me? I turned around and grabbed the handle of the door, not ready to let Gaven go. But before I opened the door I stopped and looked at my hand. I let go of the handle and then walked to the waiting room where I found many people with inguries at. I sat down and watched everyone walk by me. The world seemed slow and full of sorrow. I finally stood up and grabbed the scissors from the counter and walked into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror for a moment and then grabbed my hair that now hung about two inches bellow my butt.

I held up the scissors and began to chop off my hair. It was dark, golden brown and wavy. Beatiful as everyone called it, but now it was to the bottem of my chin and uneven. I opened the toilet and threw the scissors inside, not caring what happened next.