p with steam. The pitter patter of the water hitting the base

r something other than the man’s screams a

took a step, she saw the cuts on h

he water and scrubbed at her body like

*

start. She was tangled in the

ul scream. Jenna’s bedroom door flung open. She was still fight

tuck in her

firm hold on her. She lashed out more frantically.

ng soft voices. After a few minutes she calme

hhing noises. Something he hadn

hit her, she felt s

ced she had been crying. She couldn’t tell her parents what had happened. They would be angry. Plus,

er sister who was standing in the doorway with wi

imbed off her dad’s lap. So, this is it. W

y, where her sister Claire was still

a walked past her an

and loneliness surface as her body trembled. There was no one she could tell.

strand was perfectly straight. Then she added more makeup than she usually did. Her eyes stood out more and her pale skin had more color. T

e to face

estions. But what could she tell them? That I

e entered the kitchen. Claire was sat at the breakfast bar taking bites out of her toast as she chatted o

hen table and began to slowly eat her toast. She was almost do

our dream a

the color drain from her ski

was fa

. He dug his fingers into her arms and held her c

n her shoulder and looked at her with wor

ily was the pieces. Just players in the game of life. The question was, would she win the game or be knocked from the board? Only to rot with young offenders. Or worse go to jail. She wasn’t mean, no

to your head?”

a streetlight,”

nced in the wind. Donna was completely opposite to Jenna. She was outgoing, fun to be around and never shied away from a challenge. She was on the cheerleading squad and was popular. Jenna on the other hand was quiet and reser

her bag into the back seat and c

bout you last night to the

” Jenna

de quite the

was afraid of this new attention or excited