Bathed in Blood

The old wooden door towered over the young girl. Her eyes widened with terror as the images of what lay behind the door permeated her mind. She closed her brown eyes as she wished away the nightmare that would become her reality. Her breathing had become shallow as the palms of her hands filled with sweat.

“It’s ok, Jessica,” she said to comfort herself. The tangles in her hair clumped the strands together. Her fingers caught within the web of dirt that layered her brown locks as she recklessly attempted to comb her fingers through her hair.

This door had become a familiar torment. The secrets held on the other side reminded her of her frailty. She was weak and unworthy of the affections that she yearned for. A hollow ache filled within her loins as she heard the sound of footsteps draw nearer to the door. She held her breath, a part of her thought that if she didn’t breathe the door wouldn’t open. The other part of her believed that this act would make her invisible and in her invisibility, she would find solace.

A calm filled her at the thought of disappearing from in front of this door. A peace formed just beneath the surface as she for a moment allowed herself to feel...free. The door shuttered as the knob turned. The sound echoed loudly in the empty hall where she stood frozen in place. Her mind emptied as she lost the capacity to think. The noise that screeched in her ears as the hinges on the door creaked and moaned.

Light snuck out between the edges as the door opened to the space of her fears. The room on the other side of the old wooden door. The room that held secrets she wished she wouldn’t have to keep. Her eyes closed of their own free will until she heard the familiar voice call from the other side of the door. “Jessica, come in child,” She shuddered at the sound of his voice. The way her name slithered off his tongue. It caused her skin to crawl and she found herself crawling inside of her own mind. Deep down into the recesses of the empty space where she would bring herself to hide from him.

In this space, he couldn’t touch her. In this space, his hands wouldn’t roam across her body. She wouldn’t have to hold him the way he liked to be held. In this space, where the emptiness lived, she was safe. The nothingness was a welcome comfort to the truths that rested on the other side of that door. She would open her eyes as she walked fearlessly into the room. Her mind was already in her sacred place. Her body couldn’t leave, it had to remain. It would be used, it would give pleasure and it would break but her mind would be safe. Her mind would be protected and for that she was thankful.

The door closed and she was once again on the other side. She returned from the empty space and looked upon the door with dull eyes. A part of her remained in that room. A part of her will never forget the way her hand slid up and down his shaft. The stained panties a reminder of innocence lost she turned to walk away from the door where her demon lived.