She goes and sits in the corner. All alone again. Her knife in her hand. As her hand closes tighter on the handle she slowly moves the blade across her wrists. After every slide she clenches her wrists so the blood flows even more. The blood starts to drip on the concrete floor. The cut starts to get deeper and wider.
Her step dad comes into the garage. She tries to sink deeper into the shadows. But he spots her. And walks over. “So you thought you would get away from me you stupid cunt??” He grabs her by the hair and pulls her up. He rips off her shirt and works down her pants. She tries to get away but he grabs a hold of her wrists and pins her to the wall. She starts to cry. He puts her wrists together into one of his hands and holds her mouth with the other. He pushes his body up against hers. Squishing her into the wall. She looks at him with tears in her eyes. He doesn’t care if he hurts her.

