• See her there? Sitting in that corner? She sits there everyday thinking, hoping, and waiting for something to change.
    She isn't special, or talented but that doesn't make her any more different then the rest of us.
    It was that one day she would had never seen coming, that had put her in that spot.
    She had come home at night very late, when she entered the front door her mother was there it seems she had been crying with her face stained with tears but, she also looked angry with her hands balled into fists and she knew what that meant, you see her father is an alcoholic a very abusive one.
    Every time something bad happened there would go the alcohol into the mouth of a stranger that had a face so familiar.
    Her mother always being hit or tossed around like a rag doll in every horrible way possible and if any one asked she was clumsy and would have hit herself off of something or be reckless when she was in a hurry.
    That night had changed for the worst it seemed.
    Walking towards her mother she looked around hoping to hear were her father might be but it seems he left in a rage.
    Her mother had gotten up from the large comforting chair and walked towards her daughter which, her face had twisted even more into an unfriendly sight, something evil and dark loomed from what was once a beautiful face.
    One swing was all it took for her mother to smack her across the face blinded by her rage for her husband and sorrow for her daughter.
    The girl went into shock holding her cheek wondering what she did to deserve the painful, brute force of her mother's soft palm smacking so roughly against her face.
    She never did anything wrong not even once in her life.
    She had been abused and so wrongly for a reason that was never right, there isn't any right to have been abused for not now not ever.
    From that night on she goes out into that one corner sitting, hoping, waiting that everything will change.