Scream

I should have screamed. I should have fought. I didn't. I just lied there like a dead person. I can't take it back. I can't scream now to make up for it. I can't even scream out loud at all. Though, in my head, all I hear is screaming.

I watched Dear John tonight. I cried. I cried and I hated and I broke. I spent the next hour after driving. I drove to his city. I could not scream. I wanted to. Probably looked like a fish for all of the times I opened my mouth to try. I could not. Instead, I just drove. Did not even wander through the city. I entered it from the west, and left quickly through the south. Every minute I wanted to throw up. Yet, I could not even do that.

He's killed me and doesn't even care or know. And likely never will. All because I never screamed.