The Window Watcher
By Bethany Reinhart
As I listened to my neighbor scream I could only imagine the pain she was in. She was such a nice girl, my best friend, but I couldn’t help. All I could do is listen and watch her get beat up every time she does some thing wrong, or her Dad’s in one of his moods. I bet if I went to my room right now I could see him beating her. I could tell someone, but she doesn’t want any one to know. Every time someone asks her what happened she always lies and says she fell down or some thing like that, but I hate knowing she is always getting hurt, it just so hard. I can’t do it any more, I can’t ignore the pain she is in, or the fact her dad beats her, but I can’t tell anyone either. I mean who would believe me I’m only a little kid for crying out loud. The more I write the more I hear her scream, they keep getting louder and louder, when will it stop. The louder they get the more I want to help her, the more I want to go over there and hug her till she stops crying. I want to stop her hurt, stop her pain, and stop the abuse, but I can’t and if I could I wouldn’t know how. If only I could sleep with her screams like that. All I want is for it to stop, just stop the torture, the screaming, the pain. I want it all to stop, just stop.
Missy Rollin September 5th
Every day it the same thing I go to school I pretend I have no idea what happened to Lisa, my neighbor, and life goes on. For me and everyone else, but for once I would like to know how she feels, how her life goes on. I would like to know what she thinks and how she feels for one day. One day I would like to live her life, just for one day to know exactly how she feels. I mean I can make a good guess, but I really have no idea. The only person who would know is some one who is in the same situation as her, and there are so few people like that in today’s society. Everyone just lives life and people like her don’t tell anyone what their problem is. They just go on with life as if nothing is rough, well a lot of things are. Abuse is something that is intolerable to most people, but of no one knows it’s going on then it’s tolerable. Well that’s rough, but I don’t want to get anyone in trouble or ruin my best friend’s life. So, telling some one is something I can’t do, I guess. UG why is this so hard.
Missy Rollin September 6th
Every time it gets harder to hear her scream, to watch him hit her. To see anyone hit such a pretty girl, who is about 4’5”, with blond curly hair, and blue eyes. How can he hit her like that, their even related. That’s her Dad and he hits her like she’s a punching bag. Just because she didn’t do something right or because he just didn’t want to hear it from her. She didn’t do any thing wrong or at least nothing that deserves a beating. If I do something wrong all my Daddy does is yell at me, he doesn’t hit me or any thing like that. Yet Lisa goes though it every day, it seems like, every time her dad is mad at her he just hits her and shoves her. It’s just not right. Not right at all, he shouldn’t hit her like that. He just shouldn’t, but I don’t know what to do, my parents don’t know about it and nether do my siblings. So I’m on my own. Sometimes I just want to go up to my Dad and hug him and tell him every thing that goes on next door. I’m sure they hear the screaming, but they don’t know why. I’m the only one and that not fair, I have no one to confide in no one to cry with and let it all out. So I write.
Missy Rollin September 7th
I hear her again. Every time she screams I hear her. When I look out my window I see it. I don’t know her pain, and I may never know her pain and suffering. It’s just something I can’t imagine. How does she feel when he hits her and shoves her? It’s like he thinks of her as a thing not a person. It’s as if he enjoys hearing her scream in pain as she tries to escape his grasping hand or duck from the coming blow. He smiles and says, “are you gana do that again, hun are ya.” It’s seems like he likes hitting her, and he just won’t stop. I hate seeing and hearing it. The screaming, the yelling, when will it end? Will it ever end? Will he ever stop? I just can’t take it any more knowing and feeling like I can’t tell anyone. I can’t tell Lisa, cause she’ll yell at me for spying on her, I can’t tell my parents cause they’ll yell at me for spying on her, and I can’t tell my teacher cause she won’t believe me. So I can’t do any thing about it, I just let it happen every day, and it doesn’t stop or let up or take a brake, ever. When will her Dad realize it is enough, or why doesn’t her Mom do any thing about it. I know her Mom’s there and I know she knows what’s going on, so why won’t she stop it, why. I just don’t get it.
Missy Rollin September 8th
Days repeat themselves over and over again. Every day seems the same as the last go to school pretend nothing is wrong and let Lisa lie about her scars and buses, but some thing is very wrong. Every day I go home from school get of the bus and go do my home work. I hear Lisa’s Dad get home go to my room and listen to make sure Lisa is ok. When I know she’s not. Her beatings are always worse when I hear her Dad slam the door. Her Mom just sits at the computer doing what ever Mom’s do all day and Lisa gets beat by her Dad. Although I don’t exactly know why, it’s different every day. To day I think it’s because her home work isn’t done by the time he gets home, but it’s hard to tell. Some times it’s because her chores aren’t done and many other reasons, but I think he just likes hurting her and seeing her cry. Which is hard for me because she’s my best friend, I wish my family could adopt her. Then she wouldn’t get hurt anymore and we would be sisters, anyone would love to have their best friend be their sister or brother that would be fun. Although Lisa isn’t allowed to come over though, her and I use to hang out all the time, but once her Dad yelled at her for it she wasn’t allowed witch sucks for us anyway. I would bet when she used to come over it was a relief to get away from her mean, abusive, bad Dad. Her Dad is so mean to her, oh why must he be so mean, why?
Missy Rollin September 9th
The sooner he stops the sooner Lisa can get better. She missed school today they said she was in the hospital because she fell down a flight of stairs, but really her Dad pushed her. That was the final straw I had to tell the truth I didn’t care what happened to me. I had to tell for the first time in my life I felt like I had to do it, for the safety of my best friend. If I told some one then her Dad wouldn’t heart her any more and she would be safe. I didn’t care what my parents did to me and I would make the teacher believe me if it was the last thing I did, because I couldn’t let her go though that any more.
Missy Rollin September 10th
Missy Rollin September 5th
Every day it the same thing I go to school I pretend I have no idea what happened to Lisa, my neighbor, and life goes on. For me and everyone else, but for once I would like to know how she feels, how her life goes on. I would like to know what she thinks and how she feels for one day. One day I would like to live her life, just for one day to know exactly how she feels. I mean I can make a good guess, but I really have no idea. The only person who would know is some one who is in the same situation as her, and there are so few people like that in today’s society. Everyone just lives life and people like her don’t tell anyone what their problem is. They just go on with life as if nothing is rough, well a lot of things are. Abuse is something that is intolerable to most people, but of no one knows it’s going on then it’s tolerable. Well that’s rough, but I don’t want to get anyone in trouble or ruin my best friend’s life. So, telling some one is something I can’t do, I guess. UG why is this so hard.
Missy Rollin September 6th
Every time it gets harder to hear her scream, to watch him hit her. To see anyone hit such a pretty girl, who is about 4’5”, with blond curly hair, and blue eyes. How can he hit her like that, their even related. That’s her Dad and he hits her like she’s a punching bag. Just because she didn’t do something right or because he just didn’t want to hear it from her. She didn’t do any thing wrong or at least nothing that deserves a beating. If I do something wrong all my Daddy does is yell at me, he doesn’t hit me or any thing like that. Yet Lisa goes though it every day, it seems like, every time her dad is mad at her he just hits her and shoves her. It’s just not right. Not right at all, he shouldn’t hit her like that. He just shouldn’t, but I don’t know what to do, my parents don’t know about it and nether do my siblings. So I’m on my own. Sometimes I just want to go up to my Dad and hug him and tell him every thing that goes on next door. I’m sure they hear the screaming, but they don’t know why. I’m the only one and that not fair, I have no one to confide in no one to cry with and let it all out. So I write.
Missy Rollin September 7th
I hear her again. Every time she screams I hear her. When I look out my window I see it. I don’t know her pain, and I may never know her pain and suffering. It’s just something I can’t imagine. How does she feel when he hits her and shoves her? It’s like he thinks of her as a thing not a person. It’s as if he enjoys hearing her scream in pain as she tries to escape his grasping hand or duck from the coming blow. He smiles and says, “are you gana do that again, hun are ya.” It’s seems like he likes hitting her, and he just won’t stop. I hate seeing and hearing it. The screaming, the yelling, when will it end? Will it ever end? Will he ever stop? I just can’t take it any more knowing and feeling like I can’t tell anyone. I can’t tell Lisa, cause she’ll yell at me for spying on her, I can’t tell my parents cause they’ll yell at me for spying on her, and I can’t tell my teacher cause she won’t believe me. So I can’t do any thing about it, I just let it happen every day, and it doesn’t stop or let up or take a brake, ever. When will her Dad realize it is enough, or why doesn’t her Mom do any thing about it. I know her Mom’s there and I know she knows what’s going on, so why won’t she stop it, why. I just don’t get it.
Missy Rollin September 8th
Days repeat themselves over and over again. Every day seems the same as the last go to school pretend nothing is wrong and let Lisa lie about her scars and buses, but some thing is very wrong. Every day I go home from school get of the bus and go do my home work. I hear Lisa’s Dad get home go to my room and listen to make sure Lisa is ok. When I know she’s not. Her beatings are always worse when I hear her Dad slam the door. Her Mom just sits at the computer doing what ever Mom’s do all day and Lisa gets beat by her Dad. Although I don’t exactly know why, it’s different every day. To day I think it’s because her home work isn’t done by the time he gets home, but it’s hard to tell. Some times it’s because her chores aren’t done and many other reasons, but I think he just likes hurting her and seeing her cry. Which is hard for me because she’s my best friend, I wish my family could adopt her. Then she wouldn’t get hurt anymore and we would be sisters, anyone would love to have their best friend be their sister or brother that would be fun. Although Lisa isn’t allowed to come over though, her and I use to hang out all the time, but once her Dad yelled at her for it she wasn’t allowed witch sucks for us anyway. I would bet when she used to come over it was a relief to get away from her mean, abusive, bad Dad. Her Dad is so mean to her, oh why must he be so mean, why?
Missy Rollin September 9th
The sooner he stops the sooner Lisa can get better. She missed school today they said she was in the hospital because she fell down a flight of stairs, but really her Dad pushed her. That was the final straw I had to tell the truth I didn’t care what happened to me. I had to tell for the first time in my life I felt like I had to do it, for the safety of my best friend. If I told some one then her Dad wouldn’t heart her any more and she would be safe. I didn’t care what my parents did to me and I would make the teacher believe me if it was the last thing I did, because I couldn’t let her go though that any more.
Missy Rollin September 10th