The pale face of a little girl. Trembling of such a small figure. The tears racing from her wiry eyes. Her stomach in knots and cheeks flushed. Such a sight can not be unseen. Her long golden blonde hair flowing in the wind and she stares with a blank face. What was going through her mind? Was she okay?

Such a sound could never be unheard. The cries for help and piercing sound of police sirens, blue flashing lights blinding the eyes of people in concern for these people. What could be done to erase such a gory sight? This day will be stained in her mind forever like blood on a white cloth.

A little figure, so young to witness a terrible sight. Why was this out of all horrific and scaring sight seen by such a young innocent girl? Her tiny red nose running from the continuously weeping. Her dressed patterned with flowers and trimmed with lace stained with blood that would remind her of this tragic accident.


The scene taped off with yellow tape engraved in a bold black print. Although she was unable to read the letters. A word that would let her know what had happen. To leave her more clues. Rushing to the top of her brain was a terrible flashback of the accident.

When the little girl was spotted on the scene she was rushed away. It was a little too late for that; she had seen just enough to be scared for life. They tired everything to make her forget of this brutal accident. They gave her candy, brownies and all the sweets you could every think of. Nothing worked. They started to ask her what she saw. When she stood up and looked them in their eyes. As they began to stand up she pushed them back to the ground.

A sweet little girl exposed to violence can alter her life. It did just that, you would think that a child so little wouldn’t understand what happen and why it happened. Not her, she understood what happen and she plotted to get revenge.

She began to alter her life and her actions. Her tiny innocent face didn’t seem so innocent anymore. Her tiny waste would get her anything she wanted. Her behavior from sweet and kind was changed into a violent and disrupted girl. Her grades went from straight A’s to all F’s.


Her mom tired to help her back into her good ways. She took her to therapy and bible study. Although she was at bible study every night and went to therapy she would not change her new ways. She acted as if this was her life and how she was supposed to act. People began to tell her that what happened was not her fault. She never replied to such nonsense. When she stared at you it was as if she was looking at your soul. She could go all the way down to the pit of your stomach to make you hurt like she does.
Until a change in the weather brought upon a bright new change her. She begins to regain her old self back. As she reached out she begins to see the light at the end of the darkened tunnel. A tunnel that confused and out smarted her in many phases of life. She snapped out of her phase and found the thing that she was supposed to be doing. She realized that all she needed to do was not let something that happened to someone else effect how she lives.

Months later she kept going to church. She always knew how to live her life. She knew the path to take; it was just a huge leap of faith for her to take. We may not know what she went through but we do know what helped her out of her darkest day. The faith of God all she had to do was admit and as for forgiveness.