A little seven year old girl sits in the corner of her living room. Shaking and crying trying to drown out the sounds. Her parents aare argueing. Heer father is drunk once again and her mother was angry at him. Mother was throwing things at him as he aproched her drunkenly. "James stop it!" Her mother screamed at the too of her lungs. When the father passed light from the wimdow somthing in his hand gleamed. It was a knife, a very sharp knife. "James dont come any closer!" Her mother pleaded. Her father grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her. All her mother could do is sob as he shook her like a mad man. "James!" She cried out. He took the knife, held her by the shoulder and forcefully stabbed her abdomen. The little girl saw her mothers suprized expression followed by struggled breathing. Her mother fell to the ground then went motionless. Her chest stopped moving up and down. Her eyes were wide open like she could never sleep again. The girl sniffled and tried to hold in her tears. Even though she had witnessed her motheres death she knew she had to be quiet or she would join her mother in the afterlife. Her father wobbled and walked out of the room towards his bedroom. After a few minutes of silence the girl rushed to her mother and got on her knees. She cried silent tears ffor her mother. That was the last time she cried for the rest if her life. That little girl was Jenny Lewis. It is now Ten years later. Jenny is a senior onthe last year of school. Her father had abused her until I he died from overdosing while drunk. That was the happiest day of her life. She now loved with her aunt Jaimee. She was depressed as she was a new widow. Her husband died of suicide that summer. Jane had gone half insane. She didnt want to have friends. And she didnt want to smile or show emotion. Its because she couldn't. She was unable to function as a normal person of society. The girl barely remembered that day as her brain shut it out from her own thoughts. She sat by her window staring blankly. Brushing her long red straight hair. She hummed to herself in a slow motion. Its a song that no ones ever heard except for herself. It plays in her head over and over. She turns her head towards the mirror. Her freckles stand out against her pale ivory skin. Her green eyes stare back at her. She goes to her dresser and picks out a green crop top and a pair of ripped blue jeans. She looks around. Her room is small but cozy. She lives in the attic because the move was last minuete. She heard a crash downstairs. Sshe smiled slyly and went to change into her outfit.