She was that little girl again.

The door bell rang,
constant knocks on the door.
"You afraid someones gonna rape you?!"
She unlocked the door and let in his family.

It was her habit of locking doors,
she would lock her bathroom door;
only for putting make up on.
She locked her bedroom door;
only to watch TV.
She locked her self in the closet;
only to look for shoes.

She smiled and went back to her room and locked her door.
The kids ran around the house,
listened to his aunt laugh at the baby,
jumped when she heard loud footsteps.
She even freaked out if it was dead silent.

Grabbing her purple blanket,
she sits on the couch.
Memories flash through her head,
remembering the sound of the door knob jiggle,
feeling eyes watch her while she slept.

She starts slipping into her dreams,
and soon enough she relives her past.
Panting and sore feet,
she pushed her bed in front of the door,
taped paper on her windows,
not letting anyone look in her room.

She watches the door knob jiggle,
soon it pops,
he forces him self through the door and smiles at her.

She then feels his hands on her neck,
and the weight of him on top of her,
shes feeling for an object and soon she hits him.

She's climbing off her bed and into the hallway from which he came,
he then grabs her foot,
fights her to bring her close.

She cries and fights but soon,
she was that little girl again.

She wakes up to the sound of the cooking alarm,
crying on the couch,
his family don't know what she went through.

They continue to tease her,
"You afraid someones gonna rape you?!"
In her mind she always replies:
"It wouldnt be the first time."