• I sit on this window seat looking out over this town that sleeps at midnight. It makes me ill to see lights off and in the back of my mind people laying their heads on pillows. It's not fare because I have to take a damn pill if I want to sleep.

    Down stairs I hear yelling, crying and screaming. I put on a shirt to hide my bruises and scares from the last time I did this. As I slowly enter the hall way I can hear mom yelling at dad. Then I listen closer and hear her crying from the couch. As I make my way down the dark hall way of this dingy place I pull at my long shirt that looks more like a dress on me.

    As I stand on the last steep I turn my head to the right to see my three year old baby sister curled up on the couch. She is holding her little head in her small pink hands. Her shirt and pants are covered with her crystal tears and she is screaming. I hate seeing her like this! I run across the room making sure that my parents in the other room do not hear me.

    I know they think I'm a sleep, but really I was just thinking of him. When I reach her I pull her into my fifteen year old arms. I tell her it will be over soon. Then I hear him from behind me. He is yelling, no more like cussing. I threaten the hell out of him and push him out of my way.

    Finally I make it up to my room with my little sister. She was not hurt physically, but only mentally. As for me. He gave me a few more busies. I set my sister on my old warn out bed that lays on my dirty floor. The carpets have long been washed and the stench of everything bad in the world lives in this two bedroom, two story house.

    I get my little sister out of her wet clothing and into 'clean' ones. I curl up with her on my bed and hope that our dad does not dreak down my door to get to us. So to make sure we are sort of safe I unlock my window and I don't take any pills.

    I watch over her with intent eyes and pray that it's all over soon.
    More weeks go buy and the arguing and bruising still go on. This time when i wake from my 'sleeping pills' I hear nothing. It scares me because I have not heard anything like this in so long. I get up off my bed and cover up the best I can.

    As I walk in the kitchen my mom is feeding Skyla and he is not in sight.
    "Is he gone?" I whisper to my mom.
    "For now, yes. Forever, no." She said with intensily.