Stupid fucking girl, she’s always trying
to open the same door. I can see her from here, standing outside the house. She
looks around to see if anyone is watching, but she can't see me, can't
feel my eyes burning a hole in her head from where I stand, staring, hidden by
the trees.
Of course she reaches for the handle
and tries to turn the knob. Of course it wont turn. It’s the wrong fucking house and the
wrong fucking door. Even if it were the right house, and even if the key had
fit, had turned the lock – click – it would still be the wrong door. It’s always the wrong door.
But watch her persist, time and time
again, constantly trying to open it. Stupid fucking girl. She never learns.
She’ll never learn. She’ll keep coming back to the house, putting in the
keys and grabbing at the doorknob. And she’ll always end up standing there, left to stare at the door that is wrong.
She’ll never see me, watching
everything, knowing the door is wrong. Never feel my
stare, never sense my loathing. She’ll die out there, outside that door, hoping and trying.
And I’ll see it all. Stupid fucking girl.
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