It was a timid knock at first.
Quiet, subtle.
A whisper to slip under the door again, to ease back in time when everything was still.
Silence.
She knocked once again.
Louder, adding rhythm to the beats.
A playful edge. Perhaps they will notice now she's changed. Look at her life, her vitality, her smile.
Silence.
The door loomed in front of her instead. Growing, growing. Darker.
"Mom?" the little girl asked hesitantly.
"Mom?" "Dad?"
She knocked again. More frantically. Banging, screaming, kicking.
Did they not hear her? Will they not hear? Her efforts became more desperate and
Anxiety seized her from behind, choking her, strangling the breath from her. Black stains began to bleed.
around her neck and in her heart. Fear. It was Fear.
Gone. Gone. They were gone. And she was abandoned.
Shut out in the world of black corruption and decay
And the knowingly ignorant just
forgot.
Living their pure fantasies inside the protected and clean house.
"Dirty," they said. "She was too dirty," they whispered.
Indeed. White. They saw only white. But with eyes black, darker than the world they made, winking sinister grins.
