The Girl Who Wasnt Afraid.

Why?

Yelling
Screaming
Crying
You get used to it after a while, hearing your mother screaming for help as your father beats her with what seems to be immortal strength. Hearing her gasp for air as his dealthy hands wrap around her neck. She wasn't afraid anymore, locked in her room laying finding comfort in her bed. She hears bottles breaking, and her mother begging "no don't please" seconds later. Boom, Its over, your mother isn't crying anymore you hear nothing but the sounds of your father breathing heavily in and out. Another empty bottle takes a life, this world can be so cruel. Taking and destroying innocence investing in this horrid reality. God is this all there is? She understood what she had to do next, tie the noose. What's the use? Your mother, the one whoms soothing words used to lull you to sleep was not silent laying in her own dark pool of blood.
Silence for once.
Nothing there is nothing to hear nothing to say for another innocent was taken today. She kicked the chair from underneath her feet, she gasped at first but then relaxed. Letting death consume her in the peaceful silence her mother suffered in. She was never afraid of death, not anymore for anything that was left of her mind had vanished. She was now in the quite peacefulness that is death.
Quite
Soothing
Dark.