Darkness [part 2] by witheringmisery

Only just a crack, the door was open, I had almost forgotten, where the door had been. I blinked, almost unsure, was this actually a room? I had forgotten. Was this reality?
I reached down and pinched my arm, a sharp pain sprang up, and I looked over at the door once more, it was so light, I could see my own hands. They were ugly hands, beaten and broken, lonely hands.
I moved out of the bed, I could see my legs, they were ugly legs, skinny and falling apart, lonely legs. I stood up, and walked, I could see myself walking, it was a broken walk, stumbling, unsure walk.
I crumpled close to myself, afraid of what I would find. My arms crossed tightly around my waist, skinny, beaten arms. I could see my hair, long hair, twirling in waves down my shoulders, so colorful. Brown, and blond collided naturally. I couldn't stop looking at myself in the light, I hadn't reached the door yet, my feet moved so slow, so afraid. Had I really moved this slow before?
In the dark, I could never tell, never know. I placed my hand on the new found doorknob, I let those ugly, bony fingers lace around the cold metal. I twisted it, though I didn't need to, and pulled slowly, the light hurt my eyes so much, I closed them tightly, and kept opening the door. Soon light filled every corner of the room, the lights even looked dull, I squinted, opening my eyes more and more, soaking up the beauty like a sponge.
The light was everywhere, bouncing, dancing across the walls, the broken and beaten walls. I was amazed at the room I had been in, there was mold creeping up the corners of the walls, and falling from the ceilings. Dust covered the room like an ugly dew.
Was this really how I had lived? Loud, something so loud, and sudden, caused me to leap back into my room towards the bed.
"Hey!"
A voice. A person's voice. Did I have a voice? I wanted to try, but want was I supposed to say, I had no words. Nothing, not a thought.
"Who opened the door?" The person, the other being, like me, almost. Something was different, the way they looked, bigger, cleaner, what was this thing? It couldn't be something like me. The creature glanced at a board in his hands, big, strong hands. Far from lonely hands.
"Hmmm," This creature could still make noise without opening his mouth, had I been doing the same? Could I hear myself?
"Can you hear me?" I looked at the creature, his eyes soaking up everything about me, the broken and beaten, lonely thing I was. The creature did not say anything more, it nodded, then walked away. Would it come back?
But then another came, a smaller version. It came close to me, so close, it even touched me. It's hand wrapped around my broken skin, it burned, I tried to pull away, but the creature held on tight. I was afraid, I started to scream, my voice was so loud, so frightening to myself, I stopped. The creature looked at me, with eyes so sad, I cried. The tears burned so terribly, I wanted it to stop. The creature let go of me then, and it's fingers pulled through my hair, hurting me, getting stuck on knots.
"Shhhh," it said through it's teeth. Clean teeth. Would it eat me? Try to? Was I just another piece of food to them.
I had no words to say to this creature. I could understand what it said, but could not say it in return.
Suddenly, it said something, something I could never forget, even though I forgot everything else, the light, the beauty, how I looked, this was something I could never forget.
"It's alright Maria, shh, it's alright."

Maria. Maria. That was me. I'm Maria.