Behind A Black Hood

She hid behind her fake smiles and outgoing friends every day. No one knew the true extent of her pain or what really went on at home. Her father hit her and raped her, her mother just along with the fun. Even her own older brother enjoyed ruining her. It was as if Asura was a cake that they all wanted to slice up and eat. They enjoyed her yummy taste but didn't savor it. They wanted the cake to be theirs and no one else would get a peice. They would swallow every small crumb and Asura never could escape. For like a cake, being eaten by the dark in the world was the only purpose she thought she had. Asure hid behind her hood every day. Her black hoodie that she always wore even in the summer on occasion. It kept her bruises and cuts from sight. She wanted to escape, she wanted to live. But cakes are not ment to be free, they are ment to be devoured.