Trapped in a Broken Mind

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The greater part of me died last night.

I held her hand tightly and watched the slow rise and fall of her breathing work itself towards a gradual and pained end. Death entered the room with a callous disrespect for my feelings and took her from me whilst I simply stood there watching.

As ever, I was powerless.

I felt him touch me as he passed and it was the second time to my knowledge that I had been unable to protect her. At that moment I wanted him to take me too but I knew that he would not.

In some respects he did though because from that moment my eyes lost their focus on the real world. Empty and devoid of tears from an enduring sorrow and nightly vigil at her bedside — my sight and reason had both died.

She had been in a coma for the two months that had followed the attack; the violation of her life had started with the violation of her person. When we walked into the house that evening I did not see the attack coming — but I certainly felt the blow that knocked me into unconsciousness.

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