Hey I worte this while I was remebering the last day I ever saw Rachel. It's kinda like what happened. Saddest Day of my life. John is not his real name. It is just so i have something to call him.
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Slap! Slap! Slap! The sound of skin hitting skin is heard over and over again.
"You will pay for making your mother leave" The words of her father echo in the house.
"Please!" She shouts out "I did nothing!"
He only laughs watching her scream in pain.
Knock. Knock. The sound causes her father to get off her.
"Stay quiet" He orders her. She can only nod as her father goes to answer the door.
"What do you want?!" Her Father's rough voice is heard.
"I-I-I came to give her homework" I said my voice trembling in fear.
"Put it on the table" His voice orders me, his eyes raking up and down my body. I shudder under his gaze and walk to the table. I turn to leave when I see John locking the door.
"What are you doing?" I demand.
"Nothing" He says, stalking closer to me. He raises his fist and I feel all the air in my lungs blow out of me when i feel his fist come in contact with my stomach. In the other room Rachael hears my screams but her mind is so clouded with pain she does not know it is me. She get's up weakly and walks into the room Me and John are in. She is shocked into silence when she sees her father's fist come in contact with my skin over and over again.
"Stop" She yells out with new found authority.
Her father is distracted and looks at her.
"What did you say?" He asks getting up off me.
"I said stop" She repeats with confidence that I never knew she had. He's shocked at the tone of her voice. He turns to me and pulls me up by my hair.
"You want her to live right?" He said, pulling my hair tighter into his grip. He wasn't paying attention to me and while he was hollering at her I thought back to what my Cousin has told me.
If your ever in trouble, punch the guy in the eye with all your strength. It will keep him blind in one eye for awhile My cousin told me once when he came back from fighting in Iraq. So I did exactly that. I pulled my arm back and punched him right in the eye. He let go of my hair and tried to hit me but I ducked. I looked at Racheal as her father swung his arm around blindly.
"Go" she mouths to me. I look from her to the door and back.
"Go!" She yelled almost angrily at me. I ran out of the house only realising my mistake minutes later. I called the cops and ran back to her house. But I was to late. Much to late. Rachael had died from strangling. I let out a heart wrenching scream. Then my world went black.
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This was the last time I ever saw Rachael. The last time I ever saw my best friend, the last time I ever saw the angel who was Rachael. Please stop child abuse. Please.
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Slap! Slap! Slap! The sound of skin hitting skin is heard over and over again.
"You will pay for making your mother leave" The words of her father echo in the house.
"Please!" She shouts out "I did nothing!"
He only laughs watching her scream in pain.
Knock. Knock. The sound causes her father to get off her.
"Stay quiet" He orders her. She can only nod as her father goes to answer the door.
"What do you want?!" Her Father's rough voice is heard.
"I-I-I came to give her homework" I said my voice trembling in fear.
"Put it on the table" His voice orders me, his eyes raking up and down my body. I shudder under his gaze and walk to the table. I turn to leave when I see John locking the door.
"What are you doing?" I demand.
"Nothing" He says, stalking closer to me. He raises his fist and I feel all the air in my lungs blow out of me when i feel his fist come in contact with my stomach. In the other room Rachael hears my screams but her mind is so clouded with pain she does not know it is me. She get's up weakly and walks into the room Me and John are in. She is shocked into silence when she sees her father's fist come in contact with my skin over and over again.
"Stop" She yells out with new found authority.
Her father is distracted and looks at her.
"What did you say?" He asks getting up off me.
"I said stop" She repeats with confidence that I never knew she had. He's shocked at the tone of her voice. He turns to me and pulls me up by my hair.
"You want her to live right?" He said, pulling my hair tighter into his grip. He wasn't paying attention to me and while he was hollering at her I thought back to what my Cousin has told me.
If your ever in trouble, punch the guy in the eye with all your strength. It will keep him blind in one eye for awhile My cousin told me once when he came back from fighting in Iraq. So I did exactly that. I pulled my arm back and punched him right in the eye. He let go of my hair and tried to hit me but I ducked. I looked at Racheal as her father swung his arm around blindly.
"Go" she mouths to me. I look from her to the door and back.
"Go!" She yelled almost angrily at me. I ran out of the house only realising my mistake minutes later. I called the cops and ran back to her house. But I was to late. Much to late. Rachael had died from strangling. I let out a heart wrenching scream. Then my world went black.
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This was the last time I ever saw Rachael. The last time I ever saw my best friend, the last time I ever saw the angel who was Rachael. Please stop child abuse. Please.
Child abuse is emotional -- constantly blaming or putting down a child; excessive yelling, shaming.
Child abuse is sexual -- incest, any forced sexual activity, exposure to sexual stimulation not appropriate for the child's age.
Child abuse is neglect -- a pattern of failure to provide for the child's physical needs, such as food, clothing, shelter, and medical care; a pattern of failure to provide for the child's emotional needs, such as affection, attention, and supervision
My mask is slowly crumbling. It is getting harder and harder each day to pretend everything is ok. I know I have to wear a mask made of stone, but every stone cracks once in a while and mine is just beginning. And when my mask finally comes off, the truth will finally be here. But until that day, Until the day my mask falls off my face I will stay standing In the hallway of pain, right in between the doors of Love and Hate, waiting to see which door will open first. Not screaming. Not breathing. Just waiting. Waiting for the day that someone saves me. Saves me from another day of beating. Waiting for my mask to fall of my face. Waiting....
