Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation.

The vase smashed up against the wall. It was inches away from my face and I winced when I felt some of the glass hit my skin. I could feel tiny rivers of flowing down my face. I saw Yukis menacing figure stalk across he den until he was standing right in front of me. I slid down the wall and collapsed down the wall. The glass was in my skin now. Yuki grabbed my throat. This was not at all uncommon. Yuki was stressed and he loved me. He needed a relief for his stress and as his lover I knew it was responsibility.

"You're sleeping in my room tonight." He hissed and dropped me.

I wrapped me arms around my body. It was so cold. Yuki wanted me in his room in an hour and I knew that I would be there. Sex used to be a blissful communion for us. I was feel so loved. I would wonder about marrying him and if it was even possible for me to love someone that much. The next morning he would be gone and I would remember who I was.

I walked over the couch and pulled a blanket over me. I wrapped it over my face so I was breathing through the fleece. I could see the blood smeared on the blanket. I rocked slowly back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. I could hear Yuki typing in the next room. I rocked back and forth in rhythm to his typing. Soon I heard the door to his office open and he took the steps to his bedroom.

Our bedroom. It always changed. Sometimes I needed so badly to be comforted and I would try and sneak in to his bed. Sometimes he noticed right away and other times it took longer. Every time though when he found me there he would toss me out of the room. He would throw the blanket I brought with me afterwards. Last time he threw the framed photograph of us on a date. The wood frame hit me in the forehead. The glass shattered on the ground. The picture delicately floated to the ground.

I slept on the glass, the blood, and the picture that night.

I picked myself off the couch and walked down the hallway. With my first step I wiped the blood off my cheek. Then I dropped the blanket. I opened the door to the room and walked inside. Yuki was already undressed. I turned away from him as I pulled off my shirt. I had never had a problem before, but lately my own body repulsed me. I crawled in to bed next to him. He put his hand on my cheek and I rolled over to face away from him. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt an involuntary cringe run through me. A white haze was pouring over my mind.

His arm stroked my stomach; I curled in to a ball.

His other arm slowly started to go lower; I started to cry.

Lower and Lower…

I felt Yukis body pressed up against mine. He was asleep. I could feel his body heat. I pushed him off me as gently as I could and walked in to the bathroom connected to his room. Things were laying on the counter haphazardly. A bottle of shaving cream.

A razor.

I picked it up and admired its odd shape. I pressed it up against my face and I could smell Yuki on it. Slowly I moved the razor away from my face. I made it catch the light and then I dragged it across my arm. The blade pierced my skin and a bubble of blood showed up over the wound. The bubble popped.

I left the bathroom and walked out of Yukis room. I grabbed the blanket off the floor and wrapped myself in it. I still had no clothes on. I collapsed on the ground. The blanket was barely covering me and I started to sob.

I banged my head on the hard wood floors and in a way I could feel my head clear. The tears would eventually stop. I returned to Yukis bed.

I had to keep going back to him, there was no other way.

---------

That was the prologue. I'm not sure if I should continue.