She sat, having tears form in her gray blue eyes. Nothing to say but everything to hide. If people knew what she had done in the past, she wouldn't be known as who she was today. Invisible marks of hands roamed everywhere on her body. She was a pretty innocent young woman to those around her. But those who knew her darkside saw the slut and cut up girl she was. But she wanted to stay the young beautiful young woman of God she use to be.
But why would God forgive her? She disobeyed his commands in ways, no girl would ever do. She wouldn't be clean as a virgin as she said she wanted to be. Men have seen her.... They never touched her, just saw her. But the handprints still felt like they were there.
It's fine, she said, no one will know. Until I tell them. But the fear of telling, haunted her every moment. So she wrote and burned the words.
