Crisis

Her mom marched through the room like a bull ready to attack. She sat in the corner on a stool just bracing herself for the hit. It was scary and thoughts rushed through her head of different things she could do.

She thought, mom is obviously drunk. There is no way to look past that, and at this point in time she's a raging bull. There is no one who is here to help me, there is no one who can fix this, and there is no one out there who can save her. I'll just take it as it comes and think about it later. 

As she hit, hard like a brick wall, the girl was propelled into the wall like a sack of potatoes. She was never treated like a human being not since the day she turned three, that morning her mother had turned into a completely different person. That day was like darkness had fallen and the sun would never shine again. 

Darkness, the girl thought, is a very frightening place. 

She couldn't even remember what her mom was like before this "darkness" had taken her over, she didn't know what happened, and she didn't know why no one could stop it. 

Sometimes I feel like no one even knows it's there, except when mom and I are home alone.That's the only time the "darkness" ever shows its face. Why can no one else see that she has a problem. Is it only me? Or does everyone know it is happening and just don't have the guts to help me, help her?

That same day it all got worse as she got chucked like a sack of potatoes against the wall, her mom left. She never came back. When her dad got home from work, the phone rang... but on the other end was just screaming and then a loud noise. As her dad quickly dialed 9-1-1, squad cars showed up at the house. The sirens were so loud that the house shook and her ears rang. As the police told them the news... she realized she was finally free from it all.

The pain. The anger. The sadness. It was all finally gone.