I walked across the shifting ice. Every step It cracked a little more . I looked up to the sky as I lay on my stomach. My weight spread and evened itself across the thin ice as I crawled on my stomach for a mile or at least what felt like it. I looked at my purple fingers and sighed. Avril has lived through 17 years of abuse. Her Father died a few months after she was born in a car crash. Avril's mother blames Avril for his death and hates her for it. She could handle taking multiple punches, kicks and threats. But one thing her mother does scars her for life.