Alone I Think Not

She sits in the darkness all alone
Fearing when the man once called dad comes back
It grips her core like a cage of stone

Painful memories surround her in stacks
Slowly she rubs her once scar free wrist
Tears sting at her eyes asking why
Bruises on her chest ache from his fist
Blade on her wrist she wants to know why

Her hip begins to vibrates lightly
Jumping she drops the razor blade in surprise
Answering the phone James greets her slightly
Told to get ready she slowly begins to rise
Grabbing her stuff she exits her fist curled tightly
Smiling slightly she gets into their car and lies