(Dear Readers, This is a book in progress. I hope that you take heed to this warning. This may be disturbing to some readers. I would not recommend you read this if you have had a past experience like I did that is related to child abuse. If so, I would not recommend reading this).
Darkness, fears. Memories unimagined. Things so scary that you only read about them in stories or watched it in a horror film.
That was her life, living by fear, it was her untold story. Her relentless nightmares. The things that happened behind that sealed door. The retched smell of mold and mildew.
The taste of sweat, tears, and dried blood. She can hear him, coming. Coming for her... To beat her, bloody and barely breathing. Making her imagine and wonder what's beyond the closet door.
Alliah sat in the back of the class. She didn't talk to anyone. She didn't make friends, and she never answered the questions, even if she knew them... Today, she sat in the back on this hot day, wearing a long sweater and kept her hair down... She sat hiding in the back of the class so that no one would see. The scars, the bruises, the fact that she almost had not a nail on her fingers... This was her burden to carry and she didn't want anyone to know. She started to space out of the class's session...
He came home with the stench of booze on his breath. It was the way he came home most days... He was a violent drunk. She knew what was coming, she knew it as soon as his foot had hit the foot of the steps. He always came for her... He never took away her virture, yet he beat every hope and every dream she ever had right out of her. She could hear him undoing his belt and muttering to himself...
"Alliah! If you keep falling asleep in my class I am going to have to send you to the Nurse's office". Alliah looked around and checked her surroundings. She was still sitting in her chair. Everyone was staring at her and she couldn't help but feel the relief of being safe... She couldn't help it. Falling asleep. It had been days since she had last slept... She couldn't escape him... Not even in her dreams.
The bell rang and Alliah sorely started to gather all of her belongings. Every movement she made was a sharp pain coursing through her body. She headed for the door when Mrs. Hoover held up her hand and signaled Alliah over. Mrs. Hoover spoke softly, "Alliah, is everything at home okay? You look like you haven't slept in days and your grades are worse than normal". Alliah stared off as she continued to speak, "Even now, you are distanced and shut off"... Mrs. Hoover reached for Alliah's hand, and Alliah flinched. She couldn't trust anyone's touch, "I'm sorry Mrs. Hoover, I'll study harder. I have to go, I don't want to miss beating the bus".
Alliah slipped out of the room and walked out of the school. She waited until she was out of sight and broke into a run. She ran until she couldn't run anymore. Alliah fell to the ground and started to cry... She let her thoughts take over and she fell into the darkest parts of her mind.
"He's going to find out". She told herself.
"He'll punish you even worse than normal".
"You know he's going to put you back into that closet. This time he might keep you in there for days".
"He's going to do it, and then where will you be?"
"Leave me alone".
She snapped out of her mind and lay on the ground numb... She began the walk home. She didn't know why she didn't just walk the other way. Every step she took, felt like a step closer to death...