behind the pink door

"knock knock" , and she ignored ..

once again "knock knock knock"

but she seemed to be too busy to even look away, moving her needle recklessly ,

though she had never held one before ,

her trembling hands are tying a tiny cloth with another by a stray thread.

" ok bella, i will leave your dinner right here , just be sure to eat before you sleep please ,... okay honey? would you do that for mommy?" 

said a lady with a worried look and a sad tone , and whispered to the man standing beside her

"do you really think you can know what is going on with her? or at least to make her talk like before?!!"

 and she could hardly hold her tears saying 
"i just feel so helpless"

he draw a reliable smile on his face which every "daddy" should wear with a heavy heart that he can do nothing about , and sent "mommy" back to her room.. 

the truth is , he didn't know what to do, he lift his hand as he was about to knock that pink door , but he didn't.

looked at the door handle thinking that maybe he should just open it and see for himself what's actually going on, but ,, he didn't.

he sighed and sat down, "how did it come to this" he wondered .

just a week ago that pink door was never closed , his little girl was all about laughing , telling stories and playing with her dolls .. and now, she keeps herself in her room , in her own world, not eating properly , not speaking much , and not laughing at all!

everything changed and he thinks it's his fault , he only was okay with her going to that school trip because it's her birthday month after all, and she begged to go..

"I shouldn't have let her "
regrettably mumbled without knowing what exactly happened there .

he just noticed that her birthday is this weekend .. he was too busy worrying about her that he almost missed it...

"hey birthday girl!.. what would you like daddy to get you this year?"

he said with a fake cheering voice , and trying his best pretending he said 

"anything for you "

a few seconds later , he heard some movement ..

it was bella , slowly opening the door .. just a little to look at her father and ask weakly

"..anything?"

the father was thrilled , he jumped standing again taking a good look at her and said 

"just name it sweety, dad will get it to you"

she left the pink door to be opened completely , she looked at her injured fingers due to sewing , she wanted to hurt someone.. some particular one...  even more than how her fingers hurts..

also the father looked to her small hands trembling , he stepped closer to hold them in pity and sorrow

"what happened?"

he asked while looking to her disk

he found all her dolls wearing weird trousers under their skirts, and weirder jackets with blood stains on it...

he had another confused panicked look at her fingers and before he could think about anything else, his daughter pulled her hands towards her chest and started to cry while saying

" a gun ... i want a real gun daddy"

...