TEARS OF A CHILD
Screaming, shouting and swearing are all I
hear while hiding in a corner of my room.
Tears rolling down my face knowing that
there is nothing I can do to stop this. I will
get shouted at by someone I love so
dearly. Someone I appreciated and looked
up to all my life. I can hear how he hits
her. Every slap echoes through the house.
The screams of torture erupt through the
silence of the night. Tearing of clothes and
making her believe she is worthless. What
kind of monster is this? From a placid
person, he would change into a monster.
My heart is racing so fast, it feels as if it
wants to jump out of my chest. What did I
know? What I did know, is what is
happening on the other side of my
bedroom door was abuse. Abuse that
continued for years and no one has ever
attempted to do anything about it. This is
destroying our lives. This is affecting me.
It is affecting my school work, affecting my
thought patterns. This is destroying me! I
heard the front door open and she tried to
run from his claws, but was hit down from
behind. I ran outside to see what is
happening and could not believe my eyes.
Her eyes were already swollen, her mouth
bleeding and her clothes torn. “Go inside!”
he shouted at me while pointing to the
door...
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