Behind Closed Doors

"The bright light seemed to hate her"

She got home from church feeling tired and depressed. If you saw her you wouldn't think she was the type of girl that could have depression but depression can happen to anyone. She threw herself on her clean comfy bed. Her long fawn hair spread out underneath her, her  bright green eyes brimming with tears,her whole body shaking. Until she stopped. She was numb now. She looked up to her pale plain white ceiling and stared until she felt nothing. All she had was her thoughts. The room was silent making the thoughts louder and more damaging. All she could hear in her head was "I know how you look at girls Belle" "you're going to burn in hell" "you're a sinner" "no one will ever accept you". Suddenly her phone buzzed. It was a text from Cameron,her boyfriend. It read: "hey baby you looked good in church today" she rolled her eyes and sent a "hi thanks! You too" and looked back at the ceiling. The bright light from the window seemed to hate her. It was like even God was shunning her. Which he most likely would have since "homosexuals are sinners". She couldn't hide from herself anymore but she had to.