My sock clad feet sunk into the shaggy discoloured carpet running down the length of the cool, damp hallway. I ran my thin - bony fingers over the cheap wallpaper that was aged badly; the edges pealing from the plaster of the wall. The silence was deafening - I was the only one left - everyone else had been rescued from this house of torture.
Everyone except for me, the girl nobody acknowledged - the girl who went unseen - for years.
A soul tormented by anxiety ridden deamons - slowly devouring me alive - I yearned to feel the warmth of the sun in my sickly pale skin just once more. But I'm afraid to step outside the boundaries of this empty shell, that I have called a 'home' for nearly fifteen years.
I wandered back up the hallway, before climbing up the creaky wooden stairs, the rusted metal railing wobbling slightly as I griped onto it. Before I knew it I was in my room - which was covered in a suffocating layer of dust - a single ray of sunlight peeking through the thick pieces of fabric covering the windows, slicing through the darkness like a knife.
