Slammed Around

His touch was easy and light. There was never too much pressure, and his embrace had an amazing sense of security that I couldn't find anywhere else. I was always close to him. Rarely a day went by that I wasn't snuggled up right next to him for a majority of the day. Hours upon hours we spent together. We went through endless YouTube videos of cats freaking out or jumping on pets. Sometimes we would look up food recipes and save videos of different ideas we wanted to try out. But then, as if he were possessed by a demon, he let me go.

I had become dependent on him, and that feeling of weightlessness as he pushed me to the ground was worse that any feeling of dread you could imagine. As I hit the ground I cried out in pain. My body had cuts on it as he decided to pick me back up, check out the damage he had caused, and then promptly shoved me away.

I felt lost and alone. This man had been everything to me for so long, seemingly my whole life, and at the drop of a pin he changed and became so evil and uncaring. I didn't know what to do, so I just laid there on the damp ground just waiting for some sort of direction in my life.

Not much time had passed before he came back for me. He helped me up off the ground, and back inside. We started watching some more videos and his laughter returned. I thought to myself that maybe he was just having a bad day. I started relaxing, and as if he knew, his mood shifted again and he threw me against the wall. Not hard as if he intended to hurt me, but more as if he just wanted me out of the way. My anxiety shot up and I noticed that what had once been a scratch was now much worse. There was nothing to do but lay there.

Days went by, then weeks, then months as the dropping and picking up and throwing around got worse and worse. I felt weakened and generally didn't care anymore. My feelings no longer meant anything. Then finally the day came where a confrontation finally had to happen.

He picked me up and asked me to find more videos, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. He asked again, loudly, and again I did nothing. At this gesture of defiance, he punched me. He punched me hard enough that I broke open. Never before had I felt something so miserable. I couldn't see clearly and I felt like I was dying. Again and again he threw those punches. The more he hit, the less I could do, which led to more hitting in and endless, vicious cycle. As the last of my life seemed to be seeping from me, he threw me back down. The stare he gave me was insane and cruel. He shoved me in a closet and I didn't move from there for a few days.

While sitting in the closet I heard him laughing, just like he used to laugh with me. I didn't know what to do, but I needed to avoid the beatings, so I sat there quietly. I was out there with him. No, not me, but someone who is who I used to be to him. More time went by, and he never even glanced my way. I don't know when I'm going to get out of here, or if I will die in here. One thing is for certain though, life as a smartphone really sucks.