Demons

6.

Don't cry. Wear your pretty black dress, and Mary Jane's. Curl your hair and tie it with ribbons. Hold onto the hands of someone you don't know, but don't you dare cry.

Nothing could hurt you now, daddy's locked away. Mommy might be gone, but at least she isn't hurting no more.

Say your prayers little girl, because your life's better now. It's different now, but it's better.

Isn't this what you wanted?

A life without harm, a life without scars, without tears and fear and sadness.

This is what you get but it comes with consequences, the only choice you have now is to not follow down the path your mama took.

Life deals itself out, you got the short end of the stick, but your sticks growing now, maybe your life won't be so bad

It's only fourteen years, after all.