Once in a small pink diary, a girl doodled pictures and wrote words that had order and sense. Her mother loved her very much and she had many friends. She wrote about all the things they did and her dad took her to the ball park to play catch.

Once on a school research paper, she wrote about innocence and how it could be broken by other peoples' absence and her thoughts were scattered and her mother gave her concerned looks and her friends began to ignore her. That was the year she lost her glove and her dad starting drinking again.

Once on an index card, she wrote a bible verse and on the back she asked "why" as if god might answer her question and her mother screamed at her for smoking and her friends hated the smell of anything menthol so they stuck up their noses and left. That was the month she quit playing sports and her dad got sent to jail for driving while intoxicated.

Once on her wrists, she wrote a novel about how the only way was up and she wrote it in red ink and her mother was banging on the bathroom door and her friends were out somewhere buying beer. That was the day her father got bailed out of jail and found her in the bathtub with the water still on.

Once on a grave stone, two specific dates were written with a phrase from her favorite book and her mother cried and her friends wiped away her tears. That was the moment her father got sober only to have a reason to start drinking again and hurting all over.