Silenced.

Chapter 1 [The beginning]

Long time ago we were all small and little without a care in the world. Nothing to stress about and nothing that could break us down because we didn't care. We were to young to understand what was going on actually that we don't remember anything as we get older. As soon as you get old enough to understand what is going on you are left to think a lot about things. How one stupid little thing can ruin your life forever.

"It all started when I was 6 years old. My father and my Mother would constantly fight and with each growing day it gets worse and worse. I always crawled into the corner with my legs pulled up to my chest crying silently trying not to listen to them. I was always so scared that someday it will get so bad that things go wrong. I gripped my hair softly letting the tears roll down my cheeks as I waited for it to stop. Hours went by and the house grew silent. I crawled out of my hiding place looking around scared and shaking. I walked through the house silently up until the kitchen when I saw my dad standing there looking down. My eyes traveled down his arm to his hand where I saw him holding a knife. He turned his gaze over to me. It caused him to drop his knife and walk over to me when I felt his arms wrap around me and him trying to calm me down. I remember hearing him say "It's going to be okay. We should pack our things and go before it is to late. Mommy will join us later okay?" He picked me up and carried me to his room where he was rushing to throw all our clothes into a bag. Everything after that was such a blur because all I could think about at that time was 'what is happening?' I remember after that we hurried to the car. He was in such a rush that I didn't really have time to say anything. He was panicking, I at that time didn't understand so I was just sitting in the car smiling minding my own business," I said as I took a deep shaky breath looking up from my hands right into my therapist's eyes. I could see she was listening but in her head she was trying to think of ways to turn my words around and say something completely the opposite. In fact nobody listens to me. They all say my father is innocent. They blame my childhood for making up things saying that I was traumatized and now my mind is making up things that isn't true.

"Aren't you going to continue?" It caused me to sigh and look down at my hands again.

"I think that is all for today. I am really tired and tomorrow I have school again" I stood up as fast as I could but she stopped me.

"Jaiden, you are going to have to tell me what happened that day-"

"Why should I tell you what happened if you're not even going to listen when I swear that my father did kill my mother. When is the truth going to come out? When is everyone going to listen to me when I speak? My father doesn't deserve that trail tomorrow because he is as guilty as all of us humans are when we say we are people of God but all we do is sin. We pray for God to take it away but what do we do tomorrow? We sin again and ask for forgiveness. I saw my father hold a knife in his hand. I saw my mother laying there lifeless on the floor but all the jury says is that I am messed up and broken. Do you even know what my father did to me after he killed my mother? No! so take that notes of you and burn it because that is a shit load of crap if you ask me" I was beyond moved by her. I have seen her for the past 13 years of my life and everyday it is the same thing over and over again. I want this to end. I want my father out of my life.

"Look Jaiden, I understand how you are feeling, and before you can cut me off here me out okay?" She stood up from her heaven chair and walked over to me placing her notes down on the table next to me. "I understand that you are fed up with this. The judge wants to go over the whole case. He wants to judge your father's case. If you have proof that he is in fact guilty another trail will be send out, but if your father is proven not guilty there isn't much I can do. I believe your story but the evidence point to not guilty. I have tried talking to the judge about your statement but he doesn't care about your opinion"