The young girl sat in the dark, the one place that she held above all others, for the dark was where she could hide from her father when he was drunk. She could hear him yelling in the living room, probably at her mother, who would soon be subjected to the torture and torment that came with her husband's anger. Often, the girl would wonder why her mother had not left long ago, had not taken her child and hidden far away in a place where they could not be found. A place in the dark.

"Weiss!" A taunting voice rose up, stopping her thought as she heard her name being called. The girl, Weiss, shivered, knowing what would happen if she was found, and curling up into a ball, as if she could make her skin-and-bone, short limbs smaller and less noticeable than they already were in the shadow behind her mother's bookcase.

"Come out Weiss!" the voice of her father yelled again, "Your mother and I have a little surprise for you in the kitchen!"

Weiss felt tears come to her eyes, as she knew from experience what the surprise would be: her father would have a gun against her mother's head, ready to fire the bullet without hesitation. She knew she had to come out then, or he would kill her mother, as he had once murdered Weiss' beloved sister, Winter.

Slowly, Weiss stood, her knees shaking and her hands trembling in terror. A sudden sob escaped her as she stepped out from behind the bookcase, ready to save her mother in her own small act of bravery. Practiced lines streamed through her head as she tried to gain confidence. Walking from her mother's room she began reciting to herself, 'Whatever do you need, Father? Is everything alright? How can I help you? Oh, well why in the world is Mother so scared? Why, you look so angry, perhaps you should sit down.'

She entered the kitchen, to hear her father's voice, mockingly sweet, as she turned the corner to see him, "How about you and I have a little talk, Weiss?"

Stiffening, she spoke her line, "Whatever do you need, Father? Is Everything alright?" She noticed his eye twitch slightly, and Weiss smiled inwardly. Her father, in all of his drunken stupor, could not tell how afraid she was.

Raising her head in a small bit of pride, Weiss spoke the last words she would ever say.