In Silence

Aislin curled into a ball at the bottom of the shower. Fiona Apple sang about men she'd done wrong and Aislin wept into her cupped hands.

She wept for the violation of her step-father. She wept for the man miles and miles away, who had no idea of the demons that danced daily in her soul. She wept for her mother.

She wept for the scars on her arms and her daily battle not to add more.

Today's early morning phone call from the abyss, nearly sent her over the edge. A mother scared and in need of her child's comfort. The mother that had taught her how to be a victim, how to weep in silence, how to cover the scars.

Children who suffer abuse cry in quite to avoid being beaten again, other children wail and bawl to recieve attention.

Aislin didn't want to cry today. She couldn't face the world with eyes blurred.