Her little hands start to shake as she clutches the phone.

She knows the number by heart, she waits for the tone

She can see the war zone around her, from tucked under the bed

She wants to let the tears fall, but waits patiently instead.

The ringing stops and Jill answers the phone with a simple hello

This is the moment she’s been waiting on, she’s ready to go

She looks at the bruises, some purple and new

This is what had taken three years this is what she needs to do

She tells of a life, like none of her friends

One without fairytales, but of never the less a land of pretend

Where the lies she’s been told she’s started to believe

Where violence and punishment have been allowed to weave

It doesn’t take long, Jill lets her get her story told

The blue lights coming over in the distance

Now she’s got to speak, she feels a little less sad

There were no monsters in her closet

Just her mum and her dad.