Prologue
It’s nighttime.
For some girls, that means getting into bed happily and quickly falling asleep.
For me, that’s when I pull the covers up over my head and lie perfectly still, while I struggle to hear anything
over the pound, pound, pound of my heartbeat. Hoping that I’ll hear nothing. Fearing (knowing) that I will.
I don’t cry, I don’t scream. Not anymore. I only lie here and wait for my bedroom door to click open.
What does one see through the eyes of innocence? This is a simple take of a childhood full of pain and sadness.
What can a child do when their door opens every night?
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