I repeated my screamed statement again after hearing what he'd said and added softly to myself "I've already punished myself." A few tears fell from my eyes as I looked at the scars on my wrist. I felt such shame.
Fear of reality suddenly gripped me. Oh God! What if he kicked down the door? What if he got in the apartment? What if he was going to kill me so I would never be able to go to the cops? I have to get out of here! I unlocked the doors to the balcony and opened them. I was on the third floor. I put my legs over the side of the railing and hung on tight with my hands. I could make it. I could make it. I let go of the railing.
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