18 November 2012
I closed my bedroom door, and I sat on the floor.
Fed up of the lies that'd made me feel sad and mad. I shut out everything around me, feeling rather safe in this haven I called my room. Nothing could get me here, but I still heard the faint anger screams from downstairs. Slowly disappearing into the darkness of the night, I closed my eyes and tried to block out the noise. Different shades of red, gathered as I continued to lie down in this rectangular shaped cushion. Tears appeared in my eyes as I rushed to soothe the small river of crimson. Eventually it died down...I was to tired to even think, but I was happy I locked myself away. It's where I sorted myself out with no interruptions, my quiet place.
Safe haven • Opuss № I