It bleed and bleed and bleed. It no longer mattered that it shouldn't. For she had long ago gotten used to the bleeding, the red that spilled from her veins after another round of pain. Some may ask where her mother was at this say ¨she's only a child, why is no one there? No mother no father?¨ Why her mother was out with her friends again, of course. And her father in the other room cleaning her blood off from the knife he held.
Every so often she catches herself thinking what her life would be like if she had gone with her brother and sister just a few nights before. Would she be in less pain? Just healing from the wounds she had gotten the day before? Or would it hurt more? Is her sister & brother dead? She hopes not. She hopes that they are ok, maybe even found a new mom and/or dad that are nicer.
*tomorrow is my 8th birthday...* she thought as her mind started to leave the pain, and body, behind. *I wonder if my father will let me heal, maybe even go to the park? Maybe Mom will be home?* slowly she decided that she should get up and get some bandaids to, at least, stop the bleeding. And so she got up, slowly knowing that she would soon be get light headed.
