The cries of a young woman echo from behind a door of the blue-collar apartments. The yelps and pleas for help are much louder than the babies screams from across the lawn or the rowdy man beating on his wife and emaciated children. Inside that plain green portal are things never imagined.

She sits at her little dingy brown table breathing heavily, her hands holding her sweating forehead as she looks down her nose at her weak breakfast with a pale face and wide blue eyes that have all her emotions swimming in them.

She closes those gorgeous blue eyes so full of ache, groaning out in pain. Burning white-hot beneath her skin, she sucks the air through her teeth, trying not to notice the sting. The sensation reminds her of having a sharp rock thrown at the small of her back.

She utters a little something to herself while clutching her head.

She gasps as she feels that familiar tug on her being. She screams as her body is launched into the wall behind her, throwing her chair back, leaving another dent in the wall. She lay on the floor, breathing heavily as her body gets dragged into the middle of the dirty living room floorboards. The sound of her nails scraping the wood is supported by the nail bites from being hauled along. She quickly crumples into a ball, apathetically expecting the next blow.

Her pretty face bruised, her slender body battered; she was only so young; all her privileges of being careless and free snatched away from her. She is stuck in her small apartment, in her prison, for forever, until she dies. That day is yet to come.

"Oh please, take it away, take it away," she whispers, tucking her head between her knees as she lay in the fetal position. Her answer is louder than her whisper and it throws the girl into the abandoned chair. She grabs it, digging her nails into it as she had done thousands of other times. But to no avail. Clinging never saved her.

She isn’t allowed anything that could start a fire, such as a television set or radio. She has to live her life alone, for forever, until she dies. That day is yet to come.

She is everyone's beaten Sorrow.

Her head gets bashed against her stiff couch. She doesn’t fall unconscious; she can’t, it just isn't possible. She'd stopped believing the truth in God a long time ago, but she still asks Him every single day of her wounded life, "Take it away… please just take it all away…" As her battered body still never broke and her heart kept mending itself back together, not letting her go; never skipping a beat.

Every lie came to her. Every bad thought, intention, or action. Yet the people who created them still got to live on happily. She would never be happy, because she never could be happy. Because people do bad things. She isn’t allowed to be cheerful. Or pretty, or smart. Or proud, or lovable. She has convinced herself that she was never anything good.

She is everyone's painful Destiny.

The thing that would be us all if she had never existed. She, the girl who hides it all in front of company, rarely receives gifts. Never leaves her house, because she cares too much about everyone else, even though they are the ones who burden her. She endures the pain and suffering just so they may have their moments of peace; she accepts it without complaint. She gazes into her mirror when she has a moment to herself, and sees the hurt and twinge of cruelty swimming in those sky-blue eyes that hold such potential. Sees the happiness attempting to cover the vindictiveness of the world, because she knows; she understands; that she is giving the greatest gift of all.

She’s accepting your damned Fate.