Crying out in Silence, Crying out in Shame
‘I
opened the door and quietly sneaked in.’
I
opened the door and quietly sneaked in. The lock made a funny loud pop and the hinges;
they creaked as I slowly opened the door. I feared by parents would be awake,
but to my surprise everyone was asleep.
The
fear swept over me as I faced the challenge of opening the front door. I came
home feeling guilty, awkward and tongue-tied all at the same time. My stomach
felt like it had been twisted into a tight knot.
The
dark house made me nervous and I suddenly became alert of any possible and
minute sound in the room as I slowly made my way to my bedroom. I slowly found my way to my bedroom door and
slid on my bed. I pulled my covers over me; maybe in fear or maybe in guilt. I
could still remember the voices, the creaking sound of the broken wooden floor.
It
was 4.45 am and I just couldn't get myself to fall asleep. I tossed and I turned
but I had to block it all out. The voices, the sounds – from what I heard in
the yard.
Was
there someone really out there crying out in pain; crying out in silence,
crying out in shame?
There
used to be a time when sneaking out used to be an exiting thing to do; waking
up in the middle of the night sneak out and streak; but this time it was
different.
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