Faith
Faith padded into her kitchen, dressed in pj pants and a singlet. She opened her cupboards and found a glass, and then filled it with water. She lifted it to her mouth when it slipped from between her fingers and the glass went crashing to the ground. She bent down to retrieve it when she suddenly remembered something.
Faith dropped a glass. She was about 9 years old. In the distance, she could hear her mother yelling about the noise. She was drunk as usual. Then she came in.
"Faith, what the HELL are you doing?"
Faith skittered away from her mother. "Nothing ma, nothing."
"You've made a mess all over the stupid floor! Clean it up!"
"Yes ma." Faith nodded and hurriedly cleaned everything up. Her mother groaned and went into the lounge room and proceeded to get even drunker. Faith tip-toed to her room, but was caught on the way.
Faith started to hyperventilate as she remembered what happened next. She was beaten by her mother. A lot.
Faith started to cry.
She wanted Zac, but she was still hurting from him.
And there was no one else she trusted enough.
She wanted to die.