Carita09

This is Yasmine's journey through abuse, pain, and independence. Read to find out how she saves her sister and herself from the monster's iron grip.   

~I slammed my fist against the closet door leaving smears of my blood. It was not the first time I was locked in the closet. But it was the first time I wanted to get out. I clenched my fists against the mahogany door but it was useless. I could not help her. I pounded the door one fist after the other. 

Not giving up.

I hit my head on the door and tried to drown out the screams of my baby sister. You would think that her being the actual daughter she would not get hurt. But she is feeling the same pain as I do. I bit my lip and pulled at my chestnut brown hair from their roots until there was a deafening silence. 

I sat there at the door, where light creaked in, rocking back and forth. My knees were against my chest like a shield but it was more than that. It was an act of stupid, feeble-minded me who had no sense of control or even a slight grasp of the situation in front of me.~

The Roaring Silence

I heard the murmurs and whispers of people. I felt a warm wet towel on my head. I try to open up my eyes. But they kept closing.


"shhhhh go back to sleep rest. You are gonna need the energy "A deep voice spoke to me. I wanted to see who it was but I was so tired soon I fell back to sleep.


   Lights flashed back and forth. My head felt like a swarm of bees was hitting each corner of my head back and forth.No it felt more like a fist on my head. Nah it can't be that I knew how that felt. Well no matter how I describe my head was pounding and


When my eyes open I expected to be sleeping in a FILTHY rag. Yet I was on king size brown bed.


With clothes that were not mine. My first thought was not who undress me but did they see huge scars.


" shit! shit! shit! " THEY MUST HAVE SEEN THEM THEY ARE HUGE. What can I do? They will ask questions that I can't answer. What about Em alone for a whole day with Blaine.


" FUCK " and what if the FUCKING BASTARD touch her.


I quickly looked around the room. It was small and clustered.


I kept looking, through the books and the awards until I found what I was looking for a  notebook. I ripped a page as quietly as possible. But as you know when you try to make the least amount of noise possible the page wants to break.


So you have to do it again and it is even louder than before. Yeah, that happened but luckily no one woke up. I wondered who are the ones who helped me. No matter, I would never meet them again. If I am alive when I get back. I wrote a quick thank you note and looked around for a window.


I breathed a sighed of relief only one story. Thank god imagine having to go 3 floors down. My ninja skills are not that amazing.


I opened the window with ease. I jumped out. My legs still wobbly made me fall face down to the cold snow. Touch down !! I thought as I shook the snow of joggers. My stupid self was now soaking wet.


I am amazing, aren't I? Well, aside from that the adventure home was not as exciting. More like dreadful.


I don't know if I was more frightened to see Em or to see Blaine.


Torn