• She sits scared and alone in her room and stares into the darkness. Tears stream down her face. The night before flashes in her mind. The always fought, but never like that. She walks to the mirror and looks at her reflection, her face painted with blood. Battle scars from the night before. As she sits there by the window, she listens to the rain and thinks of him. In the begining he treated her just right. But as time went on, he changed. He became angry. It was only a matter of time. Soon the anger became violent. At night when he left, she screamed silent cries for help. He hid his violent side well, not even her own family believed her. But she had the scars to prove it. Day after day he pushed her around and each time he got worse. Night after night he broke her spirit down, causing physical and emotional pain. As she sat there in the dark room, she heres footsteps outside. She runs and huddles in the corner. The door flew open. It was him. Her eyes followed him. She watched as he angerly threw furniture around the room. He grew closer. She sat listening to his footsteps. He yelled for her. His anger boiled when she didn't respond. Suddenly he stopped, laughing a blood chilling laugh. She had been discovered. He reached down and grabbed her. Not a sound she made. She held her breathe.This was routine, but tonight there was something different. He was stronger. Over and over he hits her. She feels the blood drip off her face. He abandons her on the floor. Hours go by before its finally over, his footsteps stomp out of the room. He's gone. Morning comes and goes. Finally, around noon she is discovered. But there is no hope, it's too late. Her body lies limp on the floor. Her soul floats to the sky.
    She made it.
    Finally.
    Safe.