Broken. Silent. Maimed.

Creak, Creak the floorboards went from the heavy weight on them. My eyes shot open and I slowly got out of bed. Were mom and dad already up? It is three in the morning! I yawned and grabbed my flashlight. I walked down the stairs and saw two men in black masks. My mom and dad were laying unconscious on the floor, I tried to walk back up the stairs but with no such luck.

"Lookie here. We got a runner eh?" A large man with sweaty meaty hands grabbed me by the neck and threw me on the ground.

"Please! I won't call the cops! Let us go please!"  I begged for my life but the kicking didn't stop, apparently he didn't like the fact I was still conscious so he gave a swift kick to my head and I felt the pain surging through my head as my brain smashed against my skull. Quickly, I was saved by darkness that swarmed my brain.

I woke up yet, the men were not gone actually far from it. I whispered to my parents to see if they were conscious. They said nothing but my mom then rolled over with the last bit of strength she had. Her stomach had been stabbed several times, her nose broken along with her arm that hung limply from it's socket. She mouthed the words, "I love you" and her eyes went lifeless.

"No! Bring her back! Please she didn't deserve to die! You have no Goddamn right! You are going to rot in hell forever you bastards!" I screamed at what seemed even louder than the top of my lungs.

"I guess since you can't keep your mouth shut let's fix that huh?" The meaty hand man told me as he punched me in the left eye. I screamed beyond anything I had even screamed before. This man just permanently made me blind in one eye. He grabbed a rag to stuff in my mouth to keep me from screaming. He grabbed a knife and told me I really needed a lesson learned. He made a deep cut from the side of my lip to my cheekbone, and did the same with the other side to I was screaming my heart out and sobbing like nothing I ever had before.

He yanked the rag out of my mouth and I screamed--- Which was a very bad idea. The rip went up to my ears and the blood poured down my face, it felt like i was under a waterfall of blood.The man grabbed my tongue from inside my mouth and held the knife close before making the deep cut, I was choking on my own blood that filled my mouth now. He gave a tug and my tongue was on the floor.

The last words I ever heard were, "You really should have smiled more." Then darkness surrounded me and I welcomed it with open arms.

I sat upright in my bed and cried. That boy and that nightmare had been happening for the last two weeks. I am going to help him, no matter the consequences, everyone deserves justice.