Whispers At Midnight

I was seven

I was 7. I was sleeping in my little bedroom. When I felt someone touching me. I felt uncomfortable so I opened my eyes to see who it was. It was my uncle. My father's younger brother. He used to come to our house often and this time he was here to live for,I don't know how many days.

He was lying right behind me,very close. He was hugging me and touching me. I looked at him and smiled.

"Uncle what are you doing here." I said grinning widely and tried to get up to sit but he was holding me and I was not able to identify why. I gave up and he replied.

"I was getting bore so I came here to play with you."

He said touching my legs and somehow it was making me uncomfortable. I tried to remove his hand and I tried to free myself but his grip was strong, stronger then my two little hands. I was crying and pleading him to leave me but he was a monster. While trying to free myself, moving my hand, my hand accidentally touched the jug which was on my side table, making it shatter on the floor with a loud thud. My parents room was right below mine. And the voice of the jug must have awaken them and my uncle surly realized that and hurriedly left my room. As he was about to exit the room I took a breath which I was holding. But he stoped at the door and turned back pointing his finger on his lips.

"Shuuuu"

He voiced that and then smirked. That thing terrified me I started trembling badly. He left my room closing the door behind. I cried a lot. I don't even know what he did to me but it felt bad and it did hurt. No one ever told me what it was. I felt terrible.
The uncle I loved was a monster. As my parents had no time for me due to their own arguments etc, then my uncle used to bring candies for me and always make me sit on his lap. He usually did touch me but I never realized it before.

I cried all night and couldn't sleep as I was scared. I was confused. It felt like that there is a monster under my bed.

Next morning my mom came into my room to wake me up. I was already sitting on my bed.

"Oh you are awake. That's good then. Come-on get up and take the bath and change into your uniform."

Saying that she placed my ironed uniform on chair and left the room without looking at me.
I was looking down at the floor, not able to utter a word. My eyes were burning due to crying all night and I'm sure they were red too but my mom didn't had time to notice that, why I was awake this early in the morning?Why I was not answering her? I was was not looking at her and why I was sitting like that?But still I can't blame her. If she gets late in making breakfast then my father will scold her, shout on her or maybe beat her. But I somehow got up and got ready as I didn't want to see my dad beating my mom because of me. My legs were shaking. There were finger marks on my legs and chest. It was burning feeling. I couldn't even touch them. I still took bath. The water was making them hurt more but I had no clue what to do. I changed my clothes and I started to do my basic works by myself to help my mom a bit. It has been a year now since I get ready for school by myself. I didn't want to go out but I didn't want to stay in that room too. I went downstairs. My mom was in kitchen and my father was sitting at dining table,eating breakfast. I quietly set at my chair and now my mom was serving me breakfast. I was not feeling like eating I took a few bites and most of the time I was just playing with my food and my father didn't even noticed. I heard my school van's horan and without wasting a second I ran towards my van.
I couldn't tell my parents. I didn't knew what to tell them. I didn't knew if it was okay for my uncle to do those things to me. I didn't knew how would they react.

I reached school after a while. I was quite whole ride and no one noticed. It's because I'm always quite but I keep looking at people or on the road but today I was not able look around. I was quite whole day at school. I had no friends either to ask. Suddenly I was craving to talk to someone. I looked up when teacher called my name.