<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>Deep inside, far within her lie the doors. Inside are the horrors that she has locked tightly away, far from her heart. Her deepest fear is that they will break free from the long prison that she has enforced upon them. Late at night, as she lay upon her cold bed, within a room of darkness, they scream out at her, beating relentlessly at their prison. She shudders. Fear surges through her stomach. Her heart begins to race. Chills crawl up her back causing her to squirm in her bed. She pulls her blankets close around her. Banging, clawing, kicking, roaring, they fight to be free. Tears roll down her cheeks to meet silent lips. She stays as quiet as her pounding heart will allow her to be, hoping with all of herself that they stop trying to escape. Small, shallow, rapid breathes escape her lips. Shadows roam the walls, the wind blows outside her window, a sound, maybe just a branch scraping the side of the house, maybe something is out there. Still she hears the yells, the moans, the screams, the crying from behind the doors. Behind each one lies a torment that she could not bear. The tiny child, broken, bruised, bleeding, rolled into a tiny ball on a cold, damp floor. Cuts and scrapes cover her. Her small insides pulled, ripped, changed forever. There she lies in that room, hiding from the monster. In another, the little girl who wanted to be loved. The one who used to look up at the stars and wonder why God was punishing her, why he hated her. As hard as she used to try to be the perfect little girl, they never saw her, she was invisible. In another, the whales of the little girl who once had dreams of helping people, of saving those that others forgot. There she sits broken, beaten, lost. In yet another, off in a far corner, lies the broken body of the girl who fell in love. She trusted someone with all of her being. Her body is twisted, shredded, destroyed after he kicked her, slapped her, bit her. He choked her so that she would welcome death, and then he cruelly took it away from her. He pinched her small breast. Pushed himself inside of her until she became sick and vomited from the pain. His sick laughter echoes in her ears. He calls her whore, slut, game playing bitch. He tells her she is bad, she is evil, she deserves all that he will give her and more. Slamming into her until she cannot breathe. The cruelest comes when she sees his women. The woman is naked. She cannot believe what she is seeing. Her eyes close tightly. Tears streaming down her face, her nose running, sobs shake her small body. He sits next to her, placing his leg over her breast, she touches himself. She feels warm hands on her cold thighs, the women begins licking her, touching her inside, she tries to move, he hits her in the stomach and knocks the breath from her. He goes behind the woman and enters her, she begins a rhythmic movement, she hears the women moaning, he looks at her as he rubs the women's back. She begins to beg God again to kill her, to please take her away, to stop it all. God doesn't come for her. Inide that door she keeps that girl locked tightly away. All of the doors hold so many different people, so many girls and women. In her bed lies the shell. The vision that must be shown to the world. No one cares about those doors or those locked inside. No one hears their screams. No one hears their pain. No one wants to. They are alone. She must keep them there, or they will take her away to where they lock up the loud ones, the ones who couldn't keep their monsters silent. She shivers in terror. They have to stay locked away behind the doors.
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