"Everyone acted as if it had never happened, and I was swept away into the fake celebration. However, later that night, I was haunted by the images of my mother struggling, my father contorting and my aunt intervening. The sounds of my mother being banged against the dresser and bounced off the doorframe as my father grunted and she gurgled replayed in my mind.
Maybe if this was the only instance of violence, I would still have had a chance to live the life of a normal girl. However, the plug was pulled, dragging everything down the drain. This was my induction." -- From Skeletons and Laundry