I sat in the darkened room, as the sounds of the damp walls ringing in my ears continued for an eternity. It felt cold and empty, but at the same time, as if someone was there, comforting me. The stained purple carpet was wet with blood and my tears as I coughed, wanted to get out. I sobbed on my dress, staring at the door, not knowing what time it was or how long I had been in here. The label on the top of the door outside said "The quiet room". That's all I remember. Mouths covered the walls, whispering things to me, as I curled up and cried. The eyes stared at me on the walls, as the tiny wooden dolls in the rainbow train toy stared at me. Before I knew it, I was back. I woke up. Not in my house. Not the happy dollhouse I made. In my real house. Tears rolled down my face and onto my pillow, as a curled under my blankets and went back to sleep.

Where I'll always be safe...