This is a story I wrote a little whileback, I have posted it on a cuople of other of my blogging site but just thought I would share it here as well.

Pleae let me know what you think, I appreciate any feed back.

There she stood at the edge of the cliff, watching the waves crash on the rocks below, her bare feet were cut and bleeding, tears streaked her dirty face and the nightgown she wore

was ripped and did little to cover her frail frame...  It had started like all fairy tales when her prince rode in on his white horse to save her from the evil presence in her life. He was so handsome with his deep brown eyes and dark hair that fell in all the right directions, his smile could brighten any room with a wash board stomach and perfectly sculpted muscles, he was the perfect specimen of a man.

That was so long ago now, she cant see any of that man in him anymore, al least she is over her delussions that he is hidden under the beer belly and greasy hair somwhere, there is nothing but drunken evil in those eyes, and he hasn't smiled in months. Tonight was the last straw, she had spent the day doing his laundry, cleaning his house, and cooking his dinner. She had pleaded with three different debt collectors and the phone had been cut off, rent payments were due and she knew the money wouldn't be there.

He came home 4 hours late, smelling of stale beer and cigarette smoke, as she served him his dinner she tried to tell him about the phone and the debts, and thats when it happened. He lost his temper for the last time. As he attempted to jump up from the table to hit her he knocked the table and spilt his dinner, she ran off to get a cloth and he followed her to the kitchen. He cornered her by the bench he was yelling and spitting, hitting and kicking at her, she was crying and begging for him to stop. he grabbed her and threw her to the floor undoing his belt he whipped her again and again. Finaly she couldn't do it anymore, ahe couldn't stand one more beating, not one more mean word, from some place deep inside of her she found some primal survival courage, she found the strength she needed to push him, He stumbled backwards, partly from the force of the push and partly from the large amounts of alcohol he had consumed earlier. As she pulled herself up using the bench for support her hand grabbed at something, at the time she didnt even register what it was, all she knew was that it gave her strength, strength which she desperatly needed if she was to make it out of this alive. She ran at him then, crazed from years of built up torment. screaming at him, hitting him, kicking him, pushing him. as all the pent up rage escaped she looked down at him, he was lying on the floor, where had all the blood come from? she hadn't hit him that hard... She ran from the house...

Thats how she came to be here, standing over the ocean, she was crying tears of fear, anger and pain but also of relief and inner peace, she threw the carving knife over the edge, its surprising how much blood comes out of one person she thought. there was so much blood and he still hadn't died. Lying there moaning, as she ran away. She stood there for many hours, thinking about the outcome of the evening, the future, what would happen to her, and what would happen to him? As the sun started to peek over the horizon she had one final thought..."I am Free" and with that she let herself fall into the welcome abyss.