She sat by the window watching the dark, gray clouds. They were beautiful yet depressing. She knew she should just stop watching them, they would only make her sadder. Her father yelled at her youngest brother, Jason in the other room. Then there was a loud smack! And she heard her brother fall and start to cry. "YOU SCUM OF A SON! DON'T YOU DARE EVER TALK BACK TO ME AGAIN! DO YOU HEAR ME?"
Tears rolled down her face, she so badly wanted to help her brother but she knew she would get hurt trying. That's how it always was. Nobody could help, the kids that is, sense no adults knew, the children were forced to wear long sleeves and wear makeup to cover their facial scars so nobody would become suspicious the ones that they couldn't hide or forgot to, they would make excuses. Like, "I fell." Or "I tripped." or something like that. Nobody seemed to ask any questions. Though soemtimes people took second look.
NOT DONE YET WILL ADD FEW AT A TIME..