Who's at the door?

Wrote this for lit…

Who’s at the door?

There’s a knock at the door, she chooses to ignore it, she knows who it is!

Instead she sits on her bed, talking on the phone, her music is on, she is happy, the room glows, the sun light gapes through the open blinds, the pink curtains only covering a fraction of the window, and the fresh air blows through the open window. There is a spring fragrance in the room, it’s inviting, its appealing, its lovely, that’s what we see, although, in her mind, in her eyes…she sits, rocking, curled up, protecting herself from the world that surrounds her, her head in her lap, and we do not see her face. She is petrified, she doesn’t make any sudden movements, only rocks, back and forth, back and forth, almost as though she is trying to calm herself down. To comfort herself, she has no-one else, she doesn’t know who to turn to, who to trust, is there anyone? She is scared and alone, she has no thoughts, they are too painful, she has lost all sense of herself.

The knocking continues…

She still doesn’t look up, not until she hears it, the voice, the one that tells her she is unworthy, that she is not good enough, that she never will be… The voice that has led her to the depth’s of hell that she lives in now, she hates them, she despises them. She glances up, we see her face drenched with tears, and mascara lines stain her face, her eyes puffy from all the tears she has shed, the scars not physical, we see the pain in her eyes, deep down in her heart; we see them escaping, the fears, the despair, the pain!

The knocking continues… As does the angry voice, only this time its louder, louder and louder, telling her she is unworthy, she is a disgrace, she is evil, no one loves her, NO ONE! We still do not know who is at the door, but she does, she is terrified by it, we can see the fear in her eyes, still she speaks no words, only tears, a quiet sniff here and a silent sob there… She knows what is being said is true, she has been told every day of her life, she has begun to believe it, now… it’s in her heart.

The knocking is unbearable now, its so loud she covers her ears, she can’t bear it, she doesn’t want to face the door, she knows who is there, she wants it to go away….

The knocking continues, its getting louder and louder, she cannot bear it any more, she gets up, she walks to the door, and opens it, she stares at the girl, she hates her, she hates her so much she wishes she were dead, the one who ruined her life, the one who has put her in so much hell…

She sees herself!