Random Writing

That Door

   AN: I'll be using this book just to write and post random pieces of original writing!

The girl walked up creaking, wooden steps, to the porch. She took a deep breath. She walked straight to the dreaded door. Then she stood there. The girl stood like a statue. A perfect one at that. But, as a warning, what reflected outside is not always how it is on the inside. She mentally began to beat herself up. It was all her fault, or at least she told herself. Then her mind slowly faded into nothing. She didn't think anymore.
    She didn't keep track of time so she didn't know how long she had been standing there.
    If she would just knock, if she could just move her arms, but her body wouldn't respond to her. She needed to do this. She was getting slightly frustrated. She couldn't do anything as she stood in front of the door. Nothing but stare, and wait in fear and shame. She was just frozen, and scared. Nervous even. What was going to happen? What could she even do? Why was she even there? Her neutral expression deepened into a frown. The girl almost turned to walk away...

But then.

The door opened.