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I sat in my room; the walls felt enclosing and suffocating at the moment, the yelling outside of my bedroom never stopped. The screaming. The swearing. The crashes. It all terrified me at the moment. 1
Three loud pounds on my door; they were ever so loud. I hug my knees closer to my body, shoving my face deeper into my knee caps, weeping. 2
I sat as far away from the door as I could, way on the other side of the room. The pounds got louder, and the screaming got louder.
Everything was terrifying me…everything. Even the noise of my hamster wheel frightened me. 3
"Adare!! Open this *censored* Door! "My father yelled from the other side of my black, smooth, wooden door. His voice was hard, loud, and cracked. I heard a bit of a sway in it too. 4
The tears falling down my cheeks flowed faster, as I gingerly touched my broozed legs, and tried to ignore my broozed ribs.
My lip continued bleeding, and my pounding head ache never left my mind enough time to think.
All the pain,
Fear,
Confusion,
It all overwhelmed me. 5
The door flew open, as I saw the lock fly across the room. My dad stormed in, unexpectedly, and slammed the broken door shut; it didn’t shut all the way, for the door knob and lock were broken off by my dad. 6
I embraced myself tightly, closing my eyes as my dad yelled at me more than he was before, and since he is closer, it was much louder and terrifying. 7
"You *censored* little brat!" My dad kicked me hard as I sat on the floor, then fell to my side and curled up into a ball as I took a beaten.
The constant pounding never stopped; a kick in the gut, a whack with a bat on my ribs…it all hurt so much. 'Make it stop...' I pleaded in my mind, as my tears mixed with my blood. 8
My dad picked me up, and threw me across the room and onto my bed. And this…this is the real horror started. 9
Everything played in my mind like a blur, my head ache never allowed me to think straight, all I could do was cry, plead to god, and take what I was getting.
The screaming outside the door fell silent after the sound of a gunshot. Silence fell. The only noise now was the booming voice of my father, and the silent weeps and gasps I made as I took more beatings. 10
I remember more. I remember the feeling of my dad’s skin on mine. The forsive things he made me do, saying he would beat me again other wise… the pain he gave me, I wanted to scream and run. Oh, how I wanted to.
I wish I had the will to run...And I wish I had the 'voice' to scream. I was born mute. And these past 10 years of my life have been torture… All I wanted to do was tell my mom, tell anybody that my daddy hurts me daily; and I wanted to scream as he touched me in wrong places… as He forced himself on me. 11
"I wish I never had you, you little brat!” My dad yelled, as he threw me across the room again, this time I was barer than ever. More pain, more fear, more tears. 12
It's too late for me now…Death took me that day. My daddy took my life that day… He took my moms life that day. He took 'me' that day, and put me through torture unthinkable to human kind. 13
My daddy...My daddy abused me. A ten year old young girl.
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After thinking, feeling, and imagining what that young girl must have gone through, I found the answers to my essay. 15
Just a few weeks ago, a newspaper add said that there was a young girl, 10 years old, who has been beaten for all her life up until now, when she got raped by her father, and was beaten to death.
This burned me up inside… I hated, and never wanted to hear those things again.16
'How could a parent put their child through such torture?' I thought, taping my pen on my school desk. Our assignment is to write an essay about one of dreams in life, one of our goals, one of our wants. Anything. 17
After what felt like hours of debating, hours of staring at the clock, thinking of what I should write my essay about, I finally found it. 18
"Alon, you have 30 minutes to complete your essay.” I heard Mrs.Skoir say from her desk, I lifted my head and looked at her, my green eyes filled with confidence. "I will ma'am. I jut figured out about what I want to write about…”
"Alright, young man, but you had better get this done soon. Everybody is almost finished already”19
I smiled and started writing on my paper, the words flowing out like a waterfall. Everything I thought in my mind appeared on paper before me. 20
"Essay by: Alon Ikailm.
Title: Stop Child Abuse. 21
All I want to do, my only dream in the world, my only ambition as a 15 year old boy is to stop child abuse.
The article I read in the news paper a couple of days back really made me think, and what came to mind was ' How could one be so cruel? How come people still do this to their children, even when they know it’s wrong? And how come I don’t see it stopping? ' 22
I want to be the one to stop child abuse. I want to be the one to help those kids that are more scared to go home than to go to school; That fear their parents, that get boozes’ daily and have to make up excuses for them in public, that maybe get molested, or simply are not in proper care and are starving. 23
I want to stop this. It is torture for me to see a young girl/boy crying their eyes out because one of their parents is yelling at them, screaming, beating, or touching. It is cruel…24
I don’t know what we can do to stop this; I need to think. I don’t know. Either way, this essay might suck. But don’t I have something going here?25
I want to stop Child Abuse. More than anything. "
What do you think? Comment with good words please. Dont be afraid to say things about it.
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Winter!
omg..really..everything you write..so sad..i cnat find one thing in any of the stories youve posted that isnt said..and all i need it for is to post comments to try to win the gold memebreshippp butt now..if i post a lame comment i feel bad cuz the stuff you write is sad and needs good comments..but this is a bs coment so IGNORE IT!
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damn....that was heart breaking. i could just feel the terrible blows the girl was having to withstand. It was painful and sad.
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this....hit..home...hard...
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I really liked it Winter. You should write more. I don't know why u don't do it.
Hehehe. In the Story however. I think you wrote broozed instead of bruised. I don't know what Brooze is, so I just thought you made a spelling error. 
Anyway. Nice story!
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*eyes closed*
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(let the dots say it........i can't.......u kno why.........i cant read.......anymore
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that was really sad
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So suspensful and heartfelt! My mind stayed wrapped around it the whole time! Child abuse does need to be stopped!! Right on Winter! So inspiring in my eyes! This is the kind of story that gets the point across while showing/telling you what's happening. I love it and you're getting 3 Happy Clappy thingy's!! ^^
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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Wow, this is very well written. The story is emotional and real and the essay itself is informative and has a motivating purpose. There are a lot of terrible things in the world that happen on a daily basis and its a horrible thing to think about but it doesn't stop us from trying to make things better.
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I like the abundence of details that you use. I am sorry that I can't comment with points since I don't have that many yet.
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