Hidden Escape

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A child finds that her only way out is in the form of her own death.

Submitted: May 25, 2009

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A child hides beneath the covers of her bed afraid of the world around her. Noise enters into her ears. She hears everything that they are saying. Harsh words pierce through the thickest walls. Down the hall in the dim lit kitchen, glass shatters. Images of sharp shards splintering on the floor flicker in her mind. Delicate hands clasped tightly over sensitive ears. The sound is muffled but every word is so familiar and comes through as clear as if she was in that room. A hate so bold that it has created permanent scars throughout the entire home. No. this is not a home. It is a prison with bars incarcerating the presence that resides within. Those words will never fade from her memory. Hands pressing tighter against her ears. Eyes closed with no desire to open again.
Noises continue to echo and make a home within her memory. A sound that is unfamiliar to her weaves into the small room casting a dark cloud that will forever be present in that house. A door slams. Closed with enough force to shatter the wooden frame that was made to secure it in place.
Trembling hands move slowly from her ears. The sound of metal grinding is deafening. The lock as been turned. Growing more and more aware of the situation, she stumbles out of bed, tripping over the blankets that try to trap her. Dropping to her knees, she makes her way to the blackened out closet door. She slowly opens it just enough to slip inside. Crouching in the dar kness, she hides within a corner. Knees pulled up against her. Arms wrapped around her legs. 
Her protection.
She hears the foot steps. Ancient boards that cover the surface of the house begin to creak. The noise only grows louder. It becomes more threatening. The floor boards scream beneath the force being inflicted upon them. 
One. Two. Three.
Two more steps and she feels that she is no longer alone in that small room. She is no longer safe. Uncoordinated steps walk skillfully further into the room, attempting to be quiet though he is unaware of the floor beneath him giving him away. They warn her of his presence; yelling for her to find some escape from that closet. She considers her escape and realizes that it is completely useless. If she was to leave that small opening, he would surely find her. But the outcome is the same either way. She cannot conceal herself forever. She attempts to hide within her own mind though she finds no serenity. Her thoughts are no longer her own. They’ve escaped from her mind through a speaker, allowing everyone to hear. She cannot stop the persistent voices from revealing her secrets.
The only light entering the closet is now blocked. How long ago had it been destroyed? She cannot remember. She holds her breath. Maybe he’ll give up. Maybe he wont find her this time. Maybe she is asking too much.
She attempts to move closer to the wall; trying to become part of the wooden support behind her back. It pushes her forward .. It does not want her as part of it.
Tears run silently down her face. They roll down her pale cheeks and collapse to the ground from her chin. She tries to muffle the cries that she has been locking within her throat but she no longer sees any reason in doing so. 
The door is slowly being forced open. She trains her eyes to keep contact with the floor. She knows that once the door is moved completely, she will have no where to run to. 
She anticipates the contact that she will have with this man. She knows what he is capable of. 
As the door opens, she loses all hope. He pries her from the floor with brutal hands. She smells the alcohol on his breath as he screams relentlessly in her face. She has heard all that he has to say multiple times before. This time it will not be any different.
This time he will still leave her a broken mess.
This time she will still cry herself to sleep as she tries to will the pain, from his attack, away.
This time she will give up.
This time she will let him win.
She lets the blackness engulf her mind. She no longer feels the pain that has been locked inside of her. For once, she feels nothing. 
She has lost the battle but has gained much more.
She has won her escape.


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