My name is Sam, I'm almost ten.
Today my Mommy and Daddy fight again.
They're voices already so hateful, is Daddy that ungrateful?
I'm a good girl aren't I? Even so I cant help but cry.
I'm sorry Mommy, I wish I could save you.
One day we can run away and start anew.
Daddy's horrible to you and me, wouldn't you like to be set free?
Silently and unheard I let each tear fall.
Suddenly I hear something hit the wall.
Daddy's thrown things before, but it's always hard to ignore.
I get myself ready for the noises I'm about to hear.
This is the part were my Mommy screams in fear.
But instead all I hear is the sound of mixed movement.
Could this mean improvement?
For some reason the silents scares me even more.
I can't help but move from the bed to the door.
I know Daddy will hit me for this, but still I slowly walk into the abyss.
I see Daddy glaring at me.
"Daddy wheres Mommy?"
A smile appears on his face, but the feeling of fear still hard to replace.
"Don't worry, you and Mommy are leaving