Anna Grant

Locked Door

I knew that the bathroom door lock was easily popped, but I had nowhere else to hide. I had my phone and my exacto knife and was holding the door closed with my legs. He was pounding from the outside, wanting to be let in. I could not breath as the sobbs were closing myContinue reading “Locked Door”

Compliment

It all started with a compliment. How strange that a kind word wormed and twisted its way into the preladen trauma pathways of my mind. It was supposed to be kind, maybe even encouraging. I understand that, I do. But this is not what happened. I sat at the table looking at the glass ofContinue reading “Compliment”