Suffocated

Suffocated. My air line had been cut. My heart pounding, blood racing through my every vein. My hand stiffend, mind blocked from all other thoughts. Gasping, grasping, i fight my way back. My eyes blood shot, exhausted. Finally, a breath, one inhail was all it took. i can still feel his hands, groaping my neck reaching for the control. A single inhail was all it took, enough to run away, his handprints remain, staining my neck, a reminder of past times, to learn a caution sign never to return. I can still see the imprint he left, the thumb that once grazed my collar bone, nails digging into my heart. Scarring my soul.