A/N: Well, I've had this written for I'm not even sure how long. Not even sure where the idea came from, but I thought it seemed like it was a pretty good start. My school is shut down because of this whole coronavirus thing, so I started digging around my old files on my google drive. Found this and a few other stories. Anywho, I know this chapter doesn't make too much sense, but you just gotta read the next one. Trust me on this.

Also, this has no title yet because I have no idea what to call it. Any suggestions would be great, if not then hopefully I'll eventually figure one out and rename it.

Disclaimer: You know, usual stuff. I don't own the show, you don't own the show. I don't own the characters, you don't own the characters. Blah Blah Blah. Only own the characters I created for the purpose of this story.

Quick warning: cussing, violence, and other mature scenes/themes may go on in this chapter and future ones as well. Don't like, don't read. Thank you!

Weeping Willows (Previously UNNAMED)

Chapter One

She covered her ears when she heard her parents' bedroom door slam shut. That really wasn't a good sign. It usually meant they were getting ready to yell at each other. She's not sure if they know this, but even with the door shut she can hear everything. While most of it is muffled, and she doesn't understand most of their words, she can still hear it all.

When they first began fighting she would cry herself to sleep. She would get so scared that something bad would happen, that they would hurt each other. She used to hide in her closet, keep her flashlight and Mr. Georgie held tightly to her chest until they either got quiet or she fell asleep. Even if she fell asleep inside her tiny little closet, She always woke up in her bed; tucked in with the sheets pulled up to her chin. But now, she just lay under her covers. She doesn't have Mr. Georgie anymore (daddy said that she was too old for toys now and threw him away) and she learned that a flashlight made everything worse.

So, there she was. Curled up in the fetal position, her tiny hands covering her little ears, and she was beyond terrified. She was scared because Daddy had been drinking all day, which was never good anyways, much less when Mommy and Daddy were fighting. When they were fighting and he was drunk, he got really really angry. Last week he made a hole in the wall! They had to hire a man to come in and fix it, so it's not noticeable, but she knows the exact spot he hit it at.

She whimpered when she heard a loud thump against their bedroom door. Daddy must have hit the wall again. She bit her lip so she could stay quiet and almost jumped out of bed when she heard the door open and cries from Mommy fill the house. But then she heard Daddy start yelling again. This time he was saying really bad words!

"Damn you, bitch! You can't fucking talk to me like that! You are my property! I didn't marry you because I loved you! You are nothing more than a whore!" She heard a crash as something was thrown against the wall and mommy squealed out in pain. "If I didn't wanna be stuck with that little bitch in there I'd fucking kill you!" Another thump and more cries. "I hope you realize that if I wasn't here you'd be nothing more than a useless slut being passed around like a joint!" Then she heard him thudding down the hallway and towards the front door. Great! He was leaving!

She scurried out of bed the second she heard the front door slam shut and went straight to her parents' bedroom. She wrapped her hands tightly around herself as she peeked inside the room. She gasped at what she saw. On the floor by the bed was mommy, she wasn't moving and blood was pooling under her. She ran over and knelt down, gently laying a hand over her heart. She remembered in class, how Mrs. Applebee was teaching them how to tell if someone was alive. Their heart made a thump thump in their chest. She held my breath until she felt a weak heartbeat under her tiny hand.

"Mommy?" She gently shook her, not getting a response. Her eyes were closed and she didn't move when she called her name. "Mommy! Wake up!" She shook her harder, only receiving a moan of pain from her. She started crying as she kept shaking her and calling her name. Begging for her to wake up.

Their fights had never gotten this bad before. The occasional punch or slap would be thrown, but nothing more than a small bruise. She had no idea what happened, but knew that something was seriously wrong! She looked around the room for mommy's phone, almost sighing in relief when she found it. She picked it up and opened it, knowing she needed to call someone, but who? She didn't know how to really read, but she remembered that there was supposed to be a number she could call anytime something bad happened. Mommy had told her it a while ago, but she couldn't remember it. She started mumbling to herself. "C'mon! C'mon! You gots to 'member!" She growled and stared at the phone for a few moments before finally remembering. 9-1-1! She looked at the keypad and carefully typed in the three numbers before hitting the 'call' button.

She looked back over at mommy as she heard the phone ringing. She still hadn't woken up, but her chest was still moving. She jumped when she heard a woman's voice on the line.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"Help! My mommy! She's on da floor and bleedin'! Daddy did it to her and left… She won't wake up!" She spit out real fast, barely a breath taken.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Willow… Whatta 'bout Mommy!"

"Calm down, Willow. Listen, I need you to do me a big favor… Can you do that?"

"I think so.."

"Okay, listen, I need to know if your mommy is still breathing alright. Is her chest moving?"

"Yeah, kind of. It kinda looks like she's sleepin'."

"Okay, that's good. So you said your mommy is bleeding? Can you tell me where she's bleeding from?"

She looked Mommy over. There was just so much blood everywhere. "I-I don't know. It's everywhere!"

"Okay, okay. That's okay, sweetheart. Now listen, I need to know where you are. Do you know your address, Willow?"

She chewed on her bottom lip. I should know this. We were learning it in school now. Mommy made sure I knew it just in case something happened. "Um…. Um ..." I didn't know! Why didn't I- Oh! "52 River Drive! It's the one with the flag! I'm in Mommy's room." She was so proud she remembered!

"That's excellent! Okay, Willow. You said your daddy left? Has he come back?"

"No.. he doesn't come back until the sun comes back."

"Okay, that's good. Listen, Willow, can you go and unlock the front door? I've sent somebody to come help your mommy, okay? And they need to get inside so I need you to unlock the door.."

"Okay… But I gotta put the phone down. Mommy said I can't climb the stairs with anything in my hands…"

"That's fine, sweetie. Just open the door and go back to mommy."

She dropped the phone and climbed down the stairs. She reached up on her tiptoes and unlocked the door. She nodded, proud that she did as the lady said and ran back upstairs. She picked up the phone and nodded, not realizing the lady couldn't see it.

"Okay, Willow. I want you to keep talking to me until the paramedics get there so I know you're okay."

"Okay! What d'ya wanna talk 'bout?"

"Well, how old are you, Willow?"

"I just turned 5! We had a big birthay party! I had cake and presents and gots a whole bunches of toys! It was so much fun!"

"Really? What kind of toys did you get? Any stuffed animals?"

She giggled, such a silly question. "Of course! I got two kitties and then a bunch of doggies. Oh! Oh! Oh! I got a teddy bear too! It talks and sings and makes weird noises. But I don't think it's supposed to make the weird noises because it used to not and then I dropped it down the stairs and then it started. But it still plays music."

"That sounds really great, Willow. Now listen, the paramedics and police officers should be there soon. They're going to be loud, but I don't want you to be scared, okay? They are going to help your mommy. So when they get there, I want you to hang up the phone and go to one of the police officers. Can you do that for me?"

"Yeah. I think I can hear them. Somebody just opened the door." She ran over to the top of the stairs to see who it was. It was too dark to be able to see actual features, but she knew who it was even without the light. Daddy was back. She whispered into the phone quickly, "Uh-oh. Daddy's back. The policemen aren't here yet… what do I do?" Her eyes were starting to water, she didn't know what to do. What if he tried to hurt mommy again?

"Willow. I need you to stay calm. Can you get somewhere safe and hide?"

"Yeah… but what about Mommy?"

"She'll be okay, Willow. But I need you to go hide. Now."

She could see Daddy stumbling towards the stairs. His head was down, watching his feet, so she knew he didn't see her yet. She scrambled back to her room, shutting her bedroom door quickly and running into her closet. She pulled the door behind her and held her breath. She could hear his footsteps getting closer so she covered my ears, dropping the phone to the floor.

"Please hurry!" Tears were now flowing down her face. She couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, so he stopped somewhere, but she didn't know where until she heard a loud creak.

"He's in my room…" She whispered so quietly the dispatcher didn't even hear her. She heard more footsteps as they got closer to the closet. Her silent tears had turned into heavy sobs. She was so afraid.

The footsteps stopped just on the other side of the door, she stopped breathing. She could see a shadow under the door and then her eyes were blinded by a bright light as the door was flung open. She let out a scream and then it all went black.