The girls no longer surprise you, they all come from such similar backgrounds. Abuse. No matter the kind it seems to be what it comes back to every time.

That one with the raven curls was assaulted. The one with the laughing eyes and freckled nose was demeaned and ridiculed daily by her mother. The one who mothers the rest of you, checking in to make sure you're okay, was ignored for the better part of her life by parents who never wanted a daughter. Worst of all is the little one who hangs on for dear life whenever she sees you. Hugging for all she's worth. She was forced into prostitution to cater to a father's drinking habits.

This new one is different though, there's an unchecked hatred in her gaze and a ferocity in her smile as she marches straight off the pier still holding the bloody blade tightly before her, red hair whipping angrily as tear tracks dry upon her face.

No one knows her story and she never offers to tell it. But you've seen the cold unfeeling in her eyes and it's clearer than any words spoken could ever be. She had refused the abuse the others had bled for. She had turned the blade on her abuser. The one who tried to harm her was no more.

Well I know I had it coming
I know I was a fool
Cause he really made me trust him
And he really made me drool
He made me feel important
He knew just what to say
But you can bet your ass I really made him pay.

Well I didn't care about her
I let her run away
He said, 'Oh please I'm sorry'
And I said 'but you will pay.'
Then he tried to escape me, but I was far ahead
I found a knife and took his life
Oh god how much he bled.