Mirror

I turned around to look at the mirror I would never see again. The little girl looking back at me had tears in her eyes and red blotches on her face. I reached up with my trembling hand to touch my face, and when I pulled it away there was a mixture of tears and blood. What happened? I asked myself. Did I fall down the stairs? I looked at me legs and my aching stomach. Nope, I definitely did not get those red marks from falling down the stairs.1

My head aches, my thighs burn. Everything hurts as if I had been left lying on the road with cars zooming by. I turn around as I hear someone coming. My room is filled with boxes, no more little tiny dolls. I must have slept on the floor, because there is no bed in sight. Someone knocks on the door, and it gives me a fright.2

"Aisha! What are you doing? I told you to be downstairs at 4:00!" An angry voice yelled.3

"Um...." I am so dizzy I cannot even think. My father kicks open the locked door, and it all comes rushing back.4

Last night when he came home, he got real mad. I do not know why, for goodness sakes, I am only eight. He had knocked down my door and started packing my stuff. I told him to stop, but he would not listen. I grabbed his arm, and he threw me to the floor. I remember being whipped, and getting my head smacked on the floor. Then, everything went black, and I woke up with these marks.5

My father comes in and picks me up by the arm. "You are a useless child! Be gone with you I say!" So I ran as fast as I could away from the evil soul that has tortured me since I was but three. I will never see him again, I thought, and a smile crossed my face. I ran all the way to my best friends home. She took me in and we laughed and played until we were grown. My life was great after I moved in with my bestie, and now those bad memories are old and forgotten. But, sometimes I remember that one little mirror, and I am not really sure why. I guess I will never know, because there is no way I am going back into my old home.