• tab Cowering in fear, shoveling myself deeper and deeper into the confines of the closet. I try to cover myself with shoes and clothes, anything to just fall away and out of this world. Away from the sadness and pain. I can hear her. The witch, calling my name. Its so sweet its sickly, "Tabitha, oh Tabitha, please come out, I've been wanting to show you the new toy I bought you dear Tabitha." I whimper but I don’t cry. I’ve been here long enough to know there is no toy waiting for me. She wont stop calling for me, I can tell she’s getting angry, her voice is morphing into the monster that haunts me at night. "Tabitha, you don’t want me getting angry, do you?" I can feel her struggle for control and composure, it sends chills down my spine. She comes past the closet and doesn’t stop so I think I’m safe. That is until she comes back.
    tab Pain, up and down my body. Bruises forming. Bernice is hitting me with a bat, screaming "I told you you were going to make me angry you little heathen. You're going to rot in hell with all the other spoiled brats out there, no wonder no one wants you in this world. I ask god everyday why I had to be cursed with you." I can feel myself slipping, out of this body, sweet release. Happiness invades me for I’m about to rejoice with my world again. My safe haven.