It Started As A Joke

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     It started as a simple joke. Like most things do, it started with a joke that turned into a dare, that turned into a bet. Well, at least that's how the small trait remembered it. A joke. A dare. A bet. Then came a question. That question turned into a demand and the demand turned into a argument.And the argument turned into fight. And the fight turned into fists. And fists turned into blood. And blood turned into begging. And begging turned into pleading. Yes. That's how the anxiety filled trait remember it. A question.  A demand. A argument. A fight. A few fists. A bit blood.  A lot of begging. A lot more pleading. Which left in door slamming doors. Which made those doors locked. To never be opened. Which opened up the thoughts. The thoughts led to blood. Yes. Yes that's how it went.... Then came the mirror. The mirror showed the bones. The bones met the eyes. And then came the tears. The tears brought the knocks. The knocks brought the begs back. The begs left food trays at that locked door to never be opened. So the trays where never touched. Only the flys enjoyed the food. Or so he thought they did from the buzzing sound at that locked door to never be opened. Which brought foot steps. The footsteps took the food trays and brought back begs. Which brought out the razor. Which caused the blood. The blood caused the stained sheets. And brought back the mirror. The bone and blood would meet the eyes. And would make the eyes cry. Till. That locked door that was meant to never be opened summoned up a voice. The voice that made the demands. And threw the fists. Still somehow. The voice would make the unopened door be opened. That's how it went. It always went that way. Or that's how it went in the eyes of the vulnerable and broken trait. The opened door allowed the forgiveness that was not deserved. And it brought the poison kisses. That would never feel right. And where just to bring false hope that the door would never be slammed and would never be locked. The kisses brought the hugs. And the movies with the others. And then. It happened. It started as a simple joke. And we all know where that leads.

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