A little girl woke up in a bed not her own. It was firm yet soft, but it still didn't feel like her bed, the one with pink frills all over it, a big Hello Kitty face embroidered into it. She looked around.
There was a wooden dresser right in front of her; it looked like it had had a sander refine the wood to a flimsy piece of paper, hardly able to be considered wood. She looked to the right and saw a big lump of black lying on the bed next to her. Jake. She laughed at the drowsy animal that was her grandmother's Rottweiler.
The girl tried to rouse the dog, sighing with defeat as she had no success. She opened the door and entered the living room where her grandmother was sitting crocheting a blanket that she was making for the little girl's Barbie dolls.
Silently, she walked over to her grandmother and sat down on the couch next to her. The little girl watched as her grandmother made stitch after stitch on the miniature blanket that would soon become her's. The grandmother finally stopped and looked up after a while, startled to see her granddaughter sitting there next to her.
She smiled though and said, "Good morning Ellie, my sunshine, what can I do for you?"
"Breakfast!" Ellie pleaded, choosing to not ignore her growing hunger anymore.
"What would you like then?"
Ellie sat in contemplation for what seemed like hours, debating the pros and cons of each breakfast item in her mind. The creature that was her stomach was soon emitting a low growl.
"Pancakes?" the little girl asked, not really caring anymore.
"Pancakes it is then." Her grandmother smiled, walking across the living room to the kitchen. Ellie followed, wanting to eat the pancakes as soon as humanly possible.
As the kitchen door swung closed behind her, she saw her grandmother reaching for the pan that would soon house her pancakes. Ellie walked over and jumped onto the counter. She was now four feet tall and was easily able to jump onto counters. She swung her legs back and forth happily as her grandmother made her pancakes.
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Ellie was finishing her pancakes when she heard a loud thundering crash! It sounded like it was coming from the garage. She silently tiptoed over to the door that connected the garage to the rest of the house. She heard shouts, a loud smack following. It distressed Ellie that this would happen in her grandmother's house. She listened more carefully, trying to decipher who was fighting.
"You never listen! I didn't ask for your help or that wretched five-year old's!" She heard her step-grandfather shout.
"Now, please dear, calm down." Her grandmother, the calm one, trying to soothe you even when you wanted to rip off her head.
"I don't care! Ellie can hear me hurt you for all I care, I just want to get it through to you that I don't need your pathetic help!" Ellie gasped quietly at the way her step-grandfather was pushing her grandmother aside, as if she were an old toy, battered and unloved.
Ellie's eyes tingled. She could feel the tears coming but pushed them aside for as long as she could. They finally fought their way through though, spooling out of her eyes, rivers of tears running down her face.
She was still listening as she heard her own grandmother start to cry. She became furious. She wanted to burst into the room and hurt her step-grandfather with every fiber of her being, though she knew, if she walked in there now, with her eyes red and puffy, face drenched with tears, they would know she had been eavesdropping, and her step-grandfather would probably slap her too.
She sat there by the door, rocking herself back and forth, back and forth, wanting to leave, to get out of this house, to get away from the conflict.
This was how her grandmother found her, lying on the floor as she rocked back and forth, tears pouring down her face and onto her white shirt. She immediately knew her granddaughter had heard the fight, had been eavesdropping the whole time.
She silently slipped onto the ground next to Ellie. She put her arms around her granddaughter's body, cradling her as if she was still a one-week-old child, too delicate to survive even a small shake. She cooed to her granddaughter, letting her own tears fall at the thought of her husband driving to who knows where right now, maybe never coming back.
Trying to keep Ellie calm, she started to sing, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know dear how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away." Her grandmother now rocked back and forth with her granddaughter, their heart beats growing into one. She kept singing, not wanting to stop for fear of crying the world into a flood of tears.
The little girl sighed, relaxing to her grandmother's smooth voice sending her off to sleep. She closed her eyes as her grandmother's lullaby rang in her ears as she fell asleep, cradled in her grandmother's arms.
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Ellie sat and rocked back and forth on the ground, doing the same as when her grandparents were fighting. She had been listening to her parents yelling at each other, the fight ending with her mother storming off to a hotel to stay for the night. Her father had walked out of the kitchen, not noticing Ellie's disheveled form rocking on the floor. He had just gone upstairs, not caring anymore about Ellie or her brother. Eric's the lucky one. He didn't have to listen as they tore each other apart, listen to the shouts reverberating off the walls of the whole house. Thank goodness he's at David's or I think he might have hurt Dad. Dad. The thought of him burned in her mind, a furious hatred behind it, making her want to lash out at the world and destroy everything in sight.
She kept rocking back and forth, crying on the floor until nothing existed in the world around her except herself and the memory of her grandmother's voice lulling her five-year-old self to sleep. She listened to the memory of the voice, softly repeating the lullaby to herself.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray, you'll never know dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away." She whispered this over and over again until she was yet again drifting off to sleep, getting away from this cage of a world, hiding away in her cool comfort. She let her eyelids sag, gladly welcoming the sleep that overcame her.
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... this is how it will always be with the rest of my critique.
I'll let you know if I think of it. 
