A silent shiver scampers up Amy\'s spine, despite the hot bath water she is submerged in. Steam is rising up from the tub, dancing with the ebb and flow of the air. Her blue eyes stare forward, glassy - almost empty. If you were to look closer you could actually see her soul starting to slip away. Her finger tips wrinkled, forming tiny mazes leading to her hands. She runs her hands over and through her hair and over the yellowing bruises on her back, hidden away from anyone else\'s view. These bruises go much deeper than the skin, they put pain into the heart of her.
Slowly dunking her head under the warm liquid, letting the water slip against her neck and face. All she can hear is the sound of her heart beating and the gentle *plink, plink* of the faucet dripping. Amy holds her breath until it feels as if her lungs will explode. She gasps upwards for the cold breath of air that awaits her.
Even here the weight of her world is bearing down on her shoulders. It seams as if she\'s caught