A Book.

I can't tell you the name, because I don't remember. I read it when I was about 13 years old.

I don't remember much, but I do remember a young girl locked in a closet. I remember pain, torture and tears. I remember feeling emotional and needing to finish it.

When I did finish it, I read it again. There was something about it. So haunting and ...

It's stayed with me forever. And I'll most likely never remember the title, but I'll always remember the story.