The next day

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"Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me."

The corner of the room felt suffocating but the most safest place in the room. The loud banging on the door echoes through the room and I pressed my palms against my ears, muttering to myself. Tears streamed down my eyes and I closed them shut. The darkness of the room felt comforting, hiding me amongst them.

"I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die."

They kept banging and the room kept echoing. I pulled my knees upto my chest and whimpered. "Please make it stop...." were the words that my lips whispered. I couldn't take it anymore. The ringing in my ears did not help and nor did the cussing that was heard through the other side of the door. Whimpering in fear was all I could do. My breaths came in fast and I pressed a palm to my mouth so no one could hear me. My hands shook as I clasped them to my mouth.

The banging died down. I heard the footsteps leave. Now to prepare myself for another day all over again.

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