By: Tiara Avila
The screams of the parents who belonged to a four-year-old girl never ended in this tiny apartment on the sixth floor. No matter what she tried to do. The little girl was only one person. She was to young to understand. She stayed by her mommy’s side while tears fell like rain drops and while her daddy screamed angrily at anything whilst her little sister, in the other room, whimpered. Even a four-year-old understands not to interrupt an argument. The only shame of it is, that the little girl doesn’t knows why this is happening to her or why her parents are fighting so much.
The thunderstorm continued to shake the apartment building for hours on end. Only a few hours earlier she had seen an almost clear night sky, sprinkle with clouds, and a full moon. Now a thunderstorm rages. The little girl opens the window of the living room in her apartment only to see the full moon’s light shinning through. She soon realizes there is no storm outside. Its all just in a tiny apartment on the sixth floor.
And so it goes again, just like any other night she can remember before. Her parents ear-piercing yells to each other in the other room run on like ads on the tv. The torment must go on for another two hours. The four-year-old puts the tea kettle on the stove and cooks spaghetti for her dinner. The girl is use to taking care of herself and her eight-month-old sister so she turns on the TV and curls up on the sofa, hands over her ears, trying to cover up the evidence of the war filling up the sixth floor that a tiny apartment lays.
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The baby is crying in the other room, the tea pot is yelling out for attention, the tv static is ringing in the ears of everyone in the apartment while the argument never ended. The girl can’t take much more of this and to grant her wish, it won’t last that much longer. As anything starts, everything will come to an end in the same way.
And so, The next thing the little girl hears is a loud exploding pop noise that lashes out of the tiny apartment on the sixth floor. The most she can do is flinch and keep her eyes shut as tightly as she had them before. With that, a two-second pause and then the same noise of thunder ripped through the night sky. An eerie silence crept into place and the child, stood up, wondering why her parents stopped fighting.
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The next thing anyone hears is police sirens in the distance growing louder with the frightening feeling in the little girl’s chest. She grabs her little sister, her best toys, and her sister’s favorite binky and frantically runs down the flight of stairs dropping some things on the way, including her sister’s pacifier. She was to frightened to go back and pick them up off of the stairway while running away from her hard past. After she reaches a place that she can catch her breath, blood crawls out from underneath the doorway of her parents room. All in the tiny apartment of the sixth floor.
