A Quiet Place

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It's quiet, a little too quiet...

I washed my hands and looked in the mirror, my face was covered in bruises. I felt ashamed of what I had become, I felt unwanted, used, etc.. I don't know what to do...
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Seven years ago...

"Mommy's home!" Mahrrie yelled from the living room. Her father rushed in to greet his loving wife but she ignored him. The girls mother gave her a kiss and rushed to the bathroom, crying. "Mommy? Are you okay?" Mahrrie cried, "Mommy? Talk to me?!" Scared as to why her mother was crying, she tried to open the door. The door was locked. David, the father, rummaged through the drawer to find the key or even a bobby-pin, failing, he broke down the door. David was quick to cover his daughters eyes before she could get a glimpse.

A single tear ran down David's cheek, he took Mahrrie to her room and called for an ambulance. Saddened by his wife's death he left himself in his room for the remainder of the night.

"Daddy?" Mahrrie pleaded, "Where's Mommy?" "She's with your little brother now." David explained as best as he could without terrifying the poor child. Mahrrie stayed in the room with David until they both fell asleep.

When morning came around the next day, Mahrrie found her father in the living room, on the couch, with pills and beer. He wasn't breathing...