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Her eyes stung, all the moisture had been bleed dry and her eyelids ached and arched to try get some sort of liquid inside. She just stared at the wall, her vision didn't have enough life to it to make it blurry. She laid in her empty room and had a craving to rip down everything in there, so it would suit her feelings. Her knees banged up against her chest and she waited to hear her heart beat, but there was no movement, no sound to it. She wrapped her arms around them and felt the torn skin and bruises she didn't mind a few hours earlier. They were dark and deep, and painful to touch and maybe when they fade everything will be okay again. She nuzzled her head into her pillow and pretended it was all just a dream, that he hadn't just said what she thought she heard. She waited in the emptiness, feeling the space stretch out and knowing that even miles away it still wasn't enough space for him.

Pain makes you grow

He grabs her by the throat and pushes her to the wall, she screams but he interrupts by forcing his mouth to hers. His hands are like wild fire and spread through out her body as she cries from the burn. Misled by her cries he moves himself closer and then forces her on to the bed. Her eyes roll when she realizes her strength is at its limit and soon she tires and waits for it all to be over. Starring at the ceiling she counts the dents and cracks that creep across it, keeping her focus, she knows she's one of them herself. Something that is broken, and yet still fragile to break further, something that will always need to be improved and something, that could ruin a perfectly good thing. He grunts and gets up, starring at the worthless object starring in shock. He closes his eyes and forms words in a calm voice, "I did this for you, one day you'll thank me." He leaves and she just lays there, contemplating his motives and wondering if by any chance she had provoked it. She stares up at the ceiling once more, and notices dents she forgot to count, and thought to herself once more, that even if something is ruined, it'll take some time to see it.

We all start out as limited edition. Kept in our sealed departments, never thinking of a life outside of the box. We grow, we start to develop an understanding. We begin to comprehend how valuable we are, we start to understand temptation. We want someone to break the seal and expose us. There's a different world that's been bragged about. You want to break free with anyone but then that's it. You're not special, you're no longer a desire. No matter how hard you try to undo it, the damage is done, you can never reseal that box. You're no longer priceless, you're just a doll.