Once ago there was a teenage girl about the age of 16, she would sit in her room and drop hints to adults and kids all around the world about a childhood that no child should have lived, she would write whenever she could, on whatever she could. Napkins, scrap papers, white printer papers, tawny script paper, anything. She lived with two guardians who weren’t so nice to her. She loved to go in her own little world where no harrowing things happened to her, her parents always chided her about the smallest of things. Her mother was a substance abuser and a whore. Her father, a rapist and manipulative man who suffered from mental disorders. He would abuse his daughter and girlfriend in ways that the public saw as heinous, the daughter would never say anything because she was too afraid to speak up and was too young to understand.
She lived in a house that was filled with wonders that were her own little secret. Many told her she acted as a complete child and was delusional, there were reasons for this. Her mind would recede back to the times of her youth when her mind wouldn’t and couldn’t remember so many bad things...she preferred it that way. Every day, she would crawl into a secret passageway door in the old Victorian house and hide in the walls. She would talk to the voices that stayed with her when she was scared. Her stuffed kitty, her manual horse stick head, and hid in the walls to get away from the screaming, crying, cursing and beating happening in the other side of the house.
As she lives in a different place now, she is filled with hatred, fear and violation as she remembers the disgusting treachery her parents committed. Stealing her childhood….she looks for comfort in music, writing, her hubby and people who will listen. She hides behind a smile, and behind a screen. One day...maybe she’ll tell her story..but for now...this is where she parts ways. Farewell.
She lived in a house that was filled with wonders that were her own little secret. Many told her she acted as a complete child and was delusional, there were reasons for this. Her mind would recede back to the times of her youth when her mind wouldn’t and couldn’t remember so many bad things...she preferred it that way. Every day, she would crawl into a secret passageway door in the old Victorian house and hide in the walls. She would talk to the voices that stayed with her when she was scared. Her stuffed kitty, her manual horse stick head, and hid in the walls to get away from the screaming, crying, cursing and beating happening in the other side of the house.
As she lives in a different place now, she is filled with hatred, fear and violation as she remembers the disgusting treachery her parents committed. Stealing her childhood….she looks for comfort in music, writing, her hubby and people who will listen. She hides behind a smile, and behind a screen. One day...maybe she’ll tell her story..but for now...this is where she parts ways. Farewell.
-The Girl Who Hid in the Walls.
👄💀Bella Beba 💀👄
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