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.