"Caught in your violent room."

That nawing feeling was back in the pit of her stomach. That feeling of hatred and depression. It was something she could never supress. He did this to her. Everytime he called, every word he uttered. He just made this feeling amplify in her. She swears he took ten years off her life, easily. He would reach out to touch her. Her first reponse would be to recoil back into herself. However, on the outside, she did just the opposite. She would crawl onto his lap, pull his arm around her, and listen to his heart. She would wake up hours later, hating herself for letting that happen for the umpteenth time. That was always the last time she would let herself do that. Somehow, it never ended. That sick feeling always stayed...