• The slow beat of rain against the empty tin roof house echoes inside. The inside of the abadoned house is dark and lifeless, as the pale moonlight comes through the cracked glass of a window, it hits the face of a girl. Her eyes are red and swollen from crying all day. She hugs her bare arms around her legs and pulls them close to her stomache. Her red tanktop is soaked through with rain and her brown hair clings to her face.
    Dead hazel eyes that once had a spark of love and joy in them stared out into the black starless night, the wind picked up and came in through the broken, jagged glass of the windows in the empty house, it blew leaves in with it swirling them around in a gentle graceful dance. The girl's black eyeliner and mascara runs down her face mixing with the salty water of her tears it falls off onto the blue carpet. The girl leans her head on her kneecaps and just sits there listening to the night's song. The owls began to chirp from their nests and the night became an errie calm.
    The girl shudders from the cold wind that flicks across her skin, the shudder is firece that her aching body flinches from the sharp movement. She pulls away from the wall and crawls, grimicing in the pain of movement, towards the window where the moon light is coming from. She holds up her arms to the oval shaped light beam and sees the bruises that cover her arms. She touches her collar bone gently with the tips of her fingers and grimaces in pain as she pulls away she see her hand is covered with blood from the long gash that goes diagonally down her chest.
    'What did I do wrong?' She asked herself as she closed her eyes and was back at her house.
    "What is your problem?! What did I ever do that was so bad?!" The girl screamed at her mother who just sat there glaring at her daughter.
    "Abosultely nothing like you always do you lazy child!" Her mother spits back at her. The girl's eyes had started to die with sadness for some time but she knew no one noticed that while she looked perfect and happy on the outside that she was dying slowly from lack of happiness on the inside. She felt her phone buzz and glared at her mother.
    "I am not lazy I do more than you do in your own house. I feed your dogs. I do the dishes, and a whole bunch of other things around here, and you have the nerve to call me lazy!" The girl screams back at her mother.
    The mother just glares at her daughter even harder, "I know you aren't talk to me like that Little Girl. Unless you want to find yoruself threw that wall I suggest you leave your cell phone on the table and get ready for bed." The mother says and goes back to watching the television set.
    "Why are you always right?! Who the hell gave you the right to interfere in my life!" the girl hurls at her mother, the woman shuts off the television and stands up, walking towards her daughter she raises her hand and pulls it down towards the young girls face.
    "Considering I am your mother that is what gave me the right." Her mom said and left the sobbing girl where she had fallen from the force of her smack.
    The young girl let her back rest against the wall as her tears finally stopped flowing, she raised herself from the ground and ran towards the front door, jerking open the creamy blue door she ran outside into the pouring water, standing there for a few moments she took off down the street, running full board towards the baseball fields which was maybe fourteen, sixteen miles away from her house. Letting her tired legs carry her, she ran, blinded by the rain, choking and gasping from her sobs and the run she finally reached a little hut on the outsides of the baseball fields.
    Swinging a long stick at one of the windows she tries to crawl through but a piece of glass digs deep into her chest, falling foward it breaks off into the wound sticking out about eight inches she falls to the hard cement floor. She lays there for a moment letting the pain sweep her away untill it becomes to overpowering and she sits up the blood soaks down her chest and fades into her tank top. The reddish color fades away and the only evidence of acutal blood is that there is a piece of glass sticking out of her neck and blood pouring down her chest. She reaches up and wiggles the glass free from the wound, and growls in pain as she does so. Going up against the wall she faints from the pain and reawakens later that night wet and faint from blood loss, bruises cover her arms as she realizes she had been clinging so tightly to her bare skin that she had bruised herself.
    She opens her eyes slowly as a new on slaught of tears come from her eyes, "What is wrong with me!?" The girl screams inside the small house, "why am I never going to be good enough." She cries into her bare legs as her cut off shorts are dirty and wet. Shivering she feels her phone vibrate and realizes how late it is, her phone reads '13 missed calls' and the new messages icon is on her phone. she checks them, they are from her mother, one reads, 'You need to come home now your worrying me.' the others are the same except for one, which is from her friend, 'Your cousin texted me and wants to know where you are. Is everything okay.'She hits the delete all button and checks her calls, it would seem until tonight none of her family had called her more than once and now she has at least five calls from her mother, six from her step father and three, which is a record for him, from her brother. "well I guess I should call my grandma and have her come get me and take me to the hospital." the young girl said to herself, her voice hallow and emotionless. She dialed the phone explained what was going on and was told to sit tight and that she would be right there to get her. The girl hung up the phone and sent a message to her friend, 'yeah dude I am fine just a spiff Between me and my mom, I ran out, that is all.'She hits the send button and moments later she is in her grandma car, explaing everything to both her and her friend on the way to the hospital. She is rushed to the emergency room where a doctor checks her over, stiches her up, and informs the girl on how to take care of herself until she gets them cut off, The girl thanks the doctor for her time and walks out. The grandmother takes the young sixteen year old Cassandra home and explains to the mother on why Cassandra had called her instead of her mother. (to be contiued)