A story about you.

Step by step gently awakening the spirits of her heart, she walked towards the door trying to eavesdrop a whisper from the other room.
A scream, the cold wind blowing, a tumbling tear of blood, all in the fog of a dark night in a mysterious room.
She opens the door and rush into the other room. There's nothing in that room.
No woman screaming, the windows are closed, the only noise is the one coming from the screeching floor.
Was it just imagination? Maybe it was her wish for adventure that laid a trick on the mind.
It's the emptiness of the house that frightens her. She misses the screaming, the smell of blood, the cold shivers on her neck every time someone was killed in that room she never stepped on.
That was her father workplace, but now the war is over, there's no more pain to be delivered, no more names to be forgotten, no more screams begging God for help.
There’s an absolute silence, a forced solitude, all because she drags the name of her father and all the hate carried with it.
She’s the last victim of her father’s atrocities, all of the guilt comes upon her fragile being, all the fingers are pointed to her, and she will never be able to scrub away the acts of that monster. She loved him. She loved him no matter what. She’s proud of him, of his efforts in war, in the name of a proud nation no more to be.
There’s no heritage in remorse, she has no shame on the events of the past, and the guilty ones didn’t lived in that house.
She gagged her mouth and screamed all night, auto-inflicting pain in her flesh.
The addiction in pain could be found in an impressive number of everyday actions.
Even the most sacred and beautiful earthly emotions and actions, like love for example, could be a delightful feast for the pain to feed on.
No man could judge her. Everyone is entitled to suffer, to experience pain. Usually no one wants to suffer, but those that will savour agony, have the right to do it so.
Let a poor man suffer if that’s his wish, but if it’s not a wish, just a mere life imposing due to the way our world works, help that man. Help him on the simplest means you can, even a smile can be a treasure for the ones that seek a less troubled kingdom.