Thursday, September 29, 2011

The door

She was hiding from her drunken father. SHe had no where else to go. No where else to hide. Her mother left her when she was only seven. Ever since her father's rage could not be tamed. Each day she was beaten and was raped twice this month.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! he had foound her once again. Her sparkling ocean blue eyes raced around the room hoping for a small space to hide from reality. All of the sudden a small door appears on the sad gray wall. Slightly open pleading for Jane to step in. CRASH! Jane's father's fist is sticking out the door. As he smirks he yells with anger in his voice "Ready for your daily beating?!" His dirty hands began to search for the silver nob.

She doesn't know wether to stay and die or leave and live....perhaps. BOOM! HE breaks in slamming the door making it echo through out the house. Jane leaves the door slightly open look at her father search for her. She closes the door slowly and begins to walk backwards quietly.

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