I guess it's a start, of sorts

They came into our house when we weren't here. 

They broke open our doors, not just one, two.

They left one open exposing everything  to the rain.

It was pissing down that day. I had got completely soaking wet walking from Charlie's work to my own. It was his first day at his new job. Although I was freezing, I was happy.

When we came home we thought the weather had blown the door open. It hadn't.

The box for the tv was  in the kitchen, I couldn't figure out why Charlie had brought it out,  or when he had, I was with him the whole time.

I went into the lounge. . . 

It's here where my voice shakes and the tears rise up in my throat forming a tight angry ball stopping me from making a sound. 

It was rainy today. My heart was racing a little too fast all day. When we came home our doors were shut, just as we left them. The dishes were just where we left them and my dirty washing was just where I left it, in the corner. 

I have made it from then to now, my heart races a little too fast. My find doesn't stay where I want it. My head aches. My stomach churns. Something doesn't feel right down below. I haven't cried that much but I feel the tears in my blood stream. 

I feel as if I have been cut open. And I have no idea of, or how I will heal.