There Is No God

by Lestat's Violinist

This is a poem from Bela's POV. It's about when she was younger, in the flashbacks we saw. You know, the ones from when she was Abby? Yeah, those. It center's around her relationship with her dad. Number 1 in my Little Girl 'Verse.

A/N: This is written from Bela's POV. I decided she wan't talked about much. And, when she is, her moments are discussed. I wrote this for her.

Disclaimer: I do not own Superntural. At all.

Warnings: Sexual abuse.

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Let me sleep without your touch.

Let me bathe without your ever-watching eyes.

Let me live without your memory.

I don't want to be your Little Girl,

Your Dirty Little Secret.

I want to tell.

To scream the words that has been burned into my veins.

But when I open my mouth,

I don't say anything's wrong.

It's like you've sewn my lips together.

You've somehow managed to keep me silent.

All these years of torture,

Of pain,

And yet I can't free myself.

I'm locked in my room.

Trembling,

Knowing you're going to come after me again.

I listen intently to the sounds beyond my bedroom door.

Mother and Sister have gone to sleep.

But you haven't.

I hear your footfalls and beg silently.

To God.

To anyone that is willing to protect me.

It's twelve steps to my room,

Twenty to the stairs that will take you to the bar.

My breath freezes at ten…

Eleven.

I want to run.

Twelve.

You've seemed to have frozen as well.

The wood creaks.

You're deciding if you want me?

I wish you wouldn't!

My door opens.

I'm back in hell.

There is no God.