Was it real?

Waiting in the dark for the screaming to stop,

I hear thrashing and fighting and I want to get out.

My heart pounds, my blood rises and I start to worry

"...Mommy?" she peeks her head in, "Don't worry baby."

I stay in the dark which feels like forever,

"Stay here," I plead to my baby sister.

"I'll be back," I say, "I need to find mommy."

I rush down the hall like a great tsunami.

I see her in the bathroom, blood running down her tear streaked face

I rush to her side.

But what am I to do? I am only 8.

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