Little Sarah was only 14 years old. She lived in a house with abuse, as she grew up in that house hold she did not know what abuse meant. Everyday Sarah witnessed the yelling... The screaming... And the hitting. She would sit in the Corner and watch while her father would tell her to go to her room. Her father protecting her, from her mother.
After the day was done, her mother would pass out cold an her father would pack his bags, but never leave. It happens everyday, and Sarah believes this is how every other family is, how it should be.
One night Sarah came home pregnant with blood all over her hands, on the television there was a boy all the news, he had been stabbed to death, he had been abused By more then one person. He thought Sarah could help him escape.
Sarah's mother asked her why she had blood all over her hands. The next room over there was a gun shot as she said "he said "No" just like daddy. I took care of the problem just like you," Sarah not knowing her power and what she done, left her mother speechless as blood came flooding into the room she spoke once more. "I wanted to be just like you ma."
