thoughts from a dark hole

my story

Trigger Warning!! Sexual and physical abuse, CSA, violence.

The girl sat in the hallway,

Folding clothes to be stored in the attic,

Some too big and some too small.

She was ten years old,

With stick-straight brown hair,

Gentle doe's-brown eyes behind purple frames,

And the giggly innocence of a child.

Her siblings sat beside her,

And as they worked, they laughed,

Making fun of each other.

She was the one heard incorrectly,

With the powerful voice of a leader,

She never was quiet, anyway,

But he didn't listen to her defense.

By her shirt he grabbed her,

Threw her into her bedroom,

And slammed the door shut behind them.

He screamed at her to take back what she had said,

But how could she,

If she had never said it at all?

So she refused and was doomed to her fate.

Her mother wasn't home,

They both knew that,

As did the children listening outside.

He let go of her and she fell,

In a pile on the floor,

Made weak by the much-bigger threat,

Desperately trying to explain.

In the hallway, her siblings crouched,

Hiding from him,

And trying to decide what to do.

She rose to her feet again,

And he picked her up,

Swinging her like the hammer throw,

He threw her across the room and into the wall.

They heard the thud and they all cringed,

But none was brave enough to help,

As the girl was beaten and broken.

He rushed to the girl,

And she thought fleetingly

That he might apologize and help her up,

But he pinned her arms down as she screamed.

One of them rushed for the phone,

But then they realized that the only phone

Was in his pocket, inside the room.

The girl's mouth was bleeding,

But his vice-like fingers squeezed it shut,

Keeping her silent,

Until her mind shushed her heart's final desire to fight back.