This was a dark evening, louder than always. The curtains were blown by the wind. And the clouds changed it's color. I was always afraid of thunderstorms. So, I closed the window and hid inside a blanket. It's ironic how incidences of past can leave a wound so deep inside your soul that even a mere idea of it can threaten your mind.
That awful scary night, still brings chills down my spine when that monster tried to exploit me, a small girl with a chocolate in her hand. Could've never imagined that this world was so devious to look at her innocence with nothing but lust. I bit his hand and ran for my life with my frock torn and blood running down my head.
Even today, I'm afraid of nights, rains, thunderstorms. I only find evil in every face that smiles at me. What else could you feel growing up with fear of the world? You can't expect to see the good in people when all you got was viciousness.
There are going to be darker evenings, louder than I've ever seen. But I'll still live that nightmare everyday like a curse to be born as an innocent little girl child.