She ever so quietly so that no one would hear began to sing a song she had learned years ago. �Jesus loves me, this I know��
She didn�t know what a Jesus was.. But somehow the song brought comfort and when she sang it she always felt safe. As though someone was holding her close and protecting her from the bad things of the world.
As the words slipped from her mouth her terror eased. Cindy drifted off into a deep sleep still huddled in the shadows.
A single ray of light penetrated the darkness of the corner she was hunched in, like the hope that was in her heart for a normal life.
Her dark brown eyes shined her fear as she heard her mothers scream and knew that tomorrow there would be a bruise. Cindy squeezed her eyes shut and fingered the tare in her birthday dress.
Her tears mingled with her chestnut hair, that hung limp
Now, he wasnt being nice. She heard more screaming and hitting taking place in the living room and pressed herself deeper
