The night was cold and the ground hard as Ophelia was pushed roughly out the back door, her mother screaming behind her. Lia had learned to block her mothers angry insults out by now, but the bruises on her body and dirt on her face were not things that could be ignored. The back door was slammed and locked before she even had the chance to stand and brush herself off. Begging and crying would be useless, so she steeled herself against the cold in her thin, dingy nightgown. With a final glance at the bedroom window where her siblings were looking out in sympathy, she began to head towards the woods.
Most children would be frightened by being alone in the woods that night. Stories of evil men and giant animals waiting to snatch you up and end your life were told as bed time entertainment to nearly every generation of toddlers so that they knew the dangers of straying out alone. However the woods have always been a safe haven to Ophelia. The vast woodland that layed just beyond her backy