Knock! Knock!

The sound on the door kept repeating. I could hear his heart beat like the drums of war.

The aura in the room was like a graveyard.

“Who is there?” I asked, searching with curiosity.

“Clothes,” the little voice mumbled.

Fear, pain, rejection, desperation, guilt, regret, and hate were all I could hear from the tiny voice.

Knock! Knock!!

I heard it again, but this time I wanted to be sure I heard correctly.

“Who is that?” I asked again.

“Home,” the voice said.

Anger, greed, violence, and jealousy were all I could hear from this desperate soul.

Knock! Knock!!!

This time louder than the blast that came from the guns of hopeless hunters.

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