I gaze out the window, nothing to see but a grey, dull sky staring back at me.
I was just a little girl at the time, afraid of the sound when thunder clapped. I was scared of days like these. The thunder made me jump, and thoughtlessly made me run to my pa.
He always told me it was just God laughing. He was constantly reminding me to be the brave little girl I was meant to be. Just like my ma.
My mom was 28 when she died. She was kidnapped by a man named Charles. He was an old pervert who wanted nothing more but intimacy, and if you didn't give him what he wanted... well you end up like my mother.
