A Dancer's Story

The screams could be heard through the pounding noises of the storm. Her sweet and innocent voice is full of fear and shock. Momma screams no more, please no more, but his mind is tainted by evil and darkness. My biggest fan was caught in the most cruliest acts of them all and his only child had to be witness to it. I scream for help but Daddy shoves me down, no warning nor a sign. Who is this man that once stood to me as an icon or a symbol of power. Momma screams for him to leave me alone, but that just angers the beast inside of him. I am told to go to my room and not to come out. As i lay in my room without even a bit of pain trinkling from my eyes I hear more pain and more anger. Hit after hit i can feel and there is nothing i can do. I put on my headphones to drown out the yells. This is what the neighbors and teachers all warned me of. My dad is an abusive man and i never even thought of it. The music in my ears, the lightning and thunder, and my fathers yells couldnt drown out my mother's pain. I'm scared, scared for no one but my father. I take the headphones off because the silence becomes too thick. I hear not even a whisper. I walk the halls of a home i am way to unfamiliar of and see nothing or no one. There is blood but no mommy or daddy. I cry but the tears are not felt. I walk to my mother's room and lay upon her bed patiently waiting. Little did i kno this would be the start of the end of my life. Why is this happening, who is this man i called a father, and why am i alone in a place so silent.