"Who's there ?" I ask again. Still no one replied.
The knocking didn't stop, it proceeded.
"WHO'S AT THE DOOR ?
MATILDA? MARGARET ?
ARE YOU THERE" ? I ask.
NO ONE REPLIED. WELL NOW I'M ANGRY....
AHHH!!!! THE PAIN !!!!!
OH MY GOD. It feels like I have nociceptors in my brain.
OH NO ! AHHH !!!
My headache's getting worse.
THE KNOCKING CONTINUES......
"WHO IS IT ?" I SAID FIERCELY.
Infuriated by all of this, I get up to open the door.
Coming.....
"DON'T YOU DARE TO BANG THAT DOOR AGAIN". I say.
Ouch ! , I stepped on the broken glass, not of the vase but of the mirror I broke an hour ago. I go, open the door with my foot dripping blood on the floor.
Who's it ?
HUH !!! I Gasped.
I think I know you, or I don't. Perhaps I'm mistaken.
Who are you ?
What are you doing here ?
And then, it was, when I realized ....
"IT WAS ME ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR AS WELL".
In a world where shadows whisper secrets, a young woman in her twenties finds herself haunted by a past that has stripped her of everything she once held dear. Strong yet deeply traumatized, she navigates life with a heart heavy from loss. Each day is a battle against the memories that threaten to consume her, yet amid the darkness, one question drives her forward: what is it; that compels her to truly live rather than merely survive?
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