In the closet, she laid curled up on the floor. Her vision overcomed by darkness and all she could hear was the collision her eyelashes made with the lens of her glasses.

She remained very still as she heard her fathers heavy footsteps slowly fade away as he headed downstairs. She didn't want him to find her, nor her mother.

She was tired of receiving hateful glances and shouts directed at her. She didn't understand why they hated her so much. Why they used her in order to release their anger.

She dreamed of the day she'd finally be able to leave this horrible place that no longer deserved to be named home.