She never thought to look behind her back, always assuming her friends and family took care of what she lacked. Wrong said that pain she felt, from the blow of the belt. Wrong said the tears she cried, when he forced himself on her. Wrong said the broken smile she worn if only to hide. Wrong said the faces of her peers even as they lied. Wrong said the boys whom called her a whore. Wrong said her brother when he denied. Wrong said the mirror in which she looked, even as it told her all her faults. Wrong Wrong Wrong, she was wrong, alone, and terrified. Wrong Wrong Wrong, she could find no further places to hide, she could take no more, she could not run out the door, for there was no door.