
by BattleMercyEva
I’m locked from the inside out.Every time I look for a way out, I find myself staring back. The walls don’t move. They listen.Time doesn’t pass. It tightens. I hear footsteps that are too light.I feel hands that know exactly where to touch.My thoughts repeat and come back wrong. I can’t fight.I can’t die.I can’t hide. Still, I try, even when the mirror is smiling back at me.
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| 0 | The Little Girl | 0 |