Noise

by Faith
(Green Bay WI U.S)

I know that I'm alone in my room. I know that I am alone in the world. Being alone I am not afraid of. But being alone doesnt mean that I don't know what's going on in the world. I am 14 years old. I am alone but I hear, Noise...

This noise that I hear would be my heartbeat. It's always unsteady when he is here. Jordan. My stepfather. I hear the noise that comes from their room. I plug my ears but I still hear the noise of fear. I can smell fear just as well as I can see it, and hear it. Having to hear the noise of crying, beating, pleading, makes me want to hide. All I do is hope that she is all right. My mother. I cannot help her because I am too afraid. I can't take it anymore, covering my eyes and rocking back and forth doesn't stop my mind from running. The room gets louder with this noise of fear, I think its my mothers fear, but realize it is my own, I am hearing all the fear, the things that could go wrong. I can't take this noise any longer. I feel tears pour down my face, I break. I try to outrun this noise that folows like water following a wave as it breaks against the shore. I run and run not knowing where to go. I stop. I am in my room. Lost in my thoughts. I then notice the noise began to get softer as if fading along with a memory of my past.