User:Emilylynne

"You make me SICK, Jennifer! You're always in my face about something. Get the hell away from me!" "Rick PLEASE stop it! Calm down, we can just talk about all this." "DON'T tell me what I'm going to do!" The almost empty beer bottle hit the wood-panelled wall with a screaming boom. Shattered pieces on the floor shatter the young girls heart as she cautiously peaks around the corner. Sweaty palms, her innocent heart pounding like an angry judge and his gavel, these thoughts are trapped in her head. What could I have done? How did I have the devilish power to make my family this way? From such a sweet girl, to her, the fault is only her own. Like clock work, everyday her mom makes a comment to her dad, which he does not like, so with drink in hand, he gets carried away. Fighting and arguing is part of the daily routine, in which then the girl makes her way out to the swing. It's the only place where she doesn't have to witness her parents circus, the madness. She is alone out here, her hideout, escape More than in her own house, she is at this swing. It's where she can get away from the action, but not the thoughts, not the wonder or the blame or the pain, just the chance of getting cut by another one of her daddy's beer bottles. She does not speak, not because she's worried about anyone hearing her, but because there are no words for the images in her mind. She slowly hums a tune, maybe music will ease her adrenaline-rushed head, but only for a minute. Music is the only thing she can turn to to get away, along with her swing. What a lonely world to live in at such an innocent age, but it's all she's ever been aquainted with.