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shhhhh the silent cry

theirs a man in my room i don't know
who his i seen him before 3 days ago.

3 days ago the man was on the outside
looking on the inside of my bedroom window.

i ran to back room of my parents that they'er
was a man looking at me through my window. they
send me back to my room along in the dark at a
tender age of 12 years old.

i laid back into bed closed my eyes tight and
prayed that the man was gone from my window.
i felt the cold chill blowing on my face i looked
up my window was opened i held the cover tightly on my
face and cry-ed out to my parents.

but no one answer me through the night i closed my again
and i felt it the hand of a cold. heart touch my face and
put his hand around my mouth and said scream you die. i winked
my eye to him he said OK get up and go shhhhhhhh silent.

i cry-ed a silent cry no one could hear me and as he said i
left with him as a scared little girl.
out the window we want and down the grass this would be the last time that anyone
would hear from me again. the raped,torch-er,beaten me to death.

that morning my parents found my bed empty and cold as they
left me last-night. they ran around the house screaming out my name
a cry that could be heard around block. they knocking on people doors asking them has they seen me, calling my friends asking them is i am over their house each of them said no.

cops was called search parties was out and looking for me,

but i was no where on the block

 they spread out looking for me,but never found me.
5 weeks have passed and no signs of me until the

the 6th weeks they found my body my beat-ten battered body laying down on the ground. in a nude and know my parents asked them selves why didn't i just came to the room when she said that theirs was a man standing. outside of her window or when she scream out our names.

know everyone wounder why didn't they come and checked it out, they told then that they was too drunk and high to care for and didn't think, they thought i was seeing things and or had a bad dream. the what hurt them the most was the silent cry that they didn't hear.

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  • eternalsol
    July 12

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    omg im at lost for words it was sad i could my emagin my chield or any one ealses chield going through that but it happens so much to children every day its so sad that person at her wendow had no right to be there but what makes it wores is that her parents was high and did not belive her wow this happens ever day its fritning but you did an alsome job wrighting this becaues the stoy is being told through a kids pont of view and thats important to keep up the good work