Screams in the night, echoed through the walls painted with crimson blood. Confused where she had done the wrong, she again screamed.

Careful was she had been. Where is the hole? Who seen her? Who knew her? Think! A mask was she had to hid her face.

Seering pain her fists have... yet not given a chance. Punching as though the face of before who knew her plastered on the wall. Foreign yet familiar to see. Had she seen him before?

Before hell stomped loose? Before the bread winner ate her and the light of home? Before she, the innocence in her once was surface?

If then, who? He could be her first love, but maybe not. She forgotten the past...

she buried her weak her when the monsters buried her and her mother on the fateful day- very.

Lungs' screamed out 'til a decision is made. She will visit him tonight.

© vitor