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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