Before that night, she was not a typical child. Violence was all she had ever known. Because of this, she didn't dream of the future like most little girls. She only thought about Mother and Daddy and whether there would be that illusion of peace at home that she craved, but that eluded her world so often.
Even now as an adult her only thoughts of the future were warped and twisted. What else could she have possibly seen when she closed her eyes?
The tortured mind can only dream tortured dreams.
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