Brittney

She walks outside and hears nothing, there are cars, kids, wind, screams, but she hears nothing. She sees it all but nothing is heard. All she hears is her pain, her cries, her screams, the ones no one knows about. She is Brittney. The ones that know are the ones that make her screams, her cries, her pain. They are her mom and step dad. They're the ones that take their pain out on Brittney. They're the ones who abuse her daily. There the ones. Brittney thinks this is normal, she thinks she deserves this, she believes the divorce between her parents was her fault. But she doesn't know its not, it was just fate, but no one knows that. Brittney is going to go to school tomorrow and again be asked what happened that she has all the bruises, but it's the same answer..."nothing. I fell." Brittney wishes she would tell someone, wishes she could get out of this life and be happy like she was before the divorce, but all she can do is wish. It's now 7:20 a.m. and Brittney's getting ready for school as quick as she can. Her alarm clock didn't go off so she's running really late. Its now 7:23, the bus just went by the house as Brittney runs outside but it's to late, she missed the bus, now she's dreading going back inside because she knows what awaits her. She walks back inside as slow as she possibly can but it doesn't matter, as soon as Brittney walked threw the door, her mother was there. Brittney knew what was to come, it started with yelling, and 3 mins later with Brittney on the floor unable to move her right arm, crying her eyes out. This was the 5th time that week Brittney had been hit and it was only Tuesday. While laying there unable to move her right arm, Brittney finally said she had, had enough Brittney opened her eyes and saw someone she hadn't seen in a while and dreaded the most. Yes it was Ray, Brittney's really abusive step dad. Brittney closed her eyes again while being lifted by her sprained arm to stand up. Brittney stands up as the tears fall down her face. She tries to pull away but all its doing is hurting her more. She tries and tries and tries, then all of the sudden her body went numb and everything went black. It seemed like days to Brittney until she finally woke up. She got up and the arm that was sprained seemed to just be numb. It was 1:00p.m. And no one was home. Brittney must have gone into shock and her parents just left her, like they did last Friday. Brittney looked around the house and screamed "IM DONE, IM DONE WITH THIS LIFE." Brittney got the phone book off the counter , went to the phone and called child services 558-779...she couldn't do it, all it was, was 1 last number, Brittney then thought of all those times she'd been abused and pressed the last number 4. "Child services" said the receptionist. "Um...um..." Brittney didn't know what to say. "I get that your scared, tell me your address and I will have someone come over" said the lady on the other end of the line. "4268 Carnald Street" said Brittney and hung up. Brittney walked over to the couch and saw bear cans all over, she knew ray had been drinking again so she just stood in the kitchen waiting. 5 mins, 10 mins, 15 mi- , knock-knock-knock. Child services was there, Brittney was now regretting she ever called but new it was for her own good. Slowly Brittney opened the door and a lady in her mid 30's was standing there. As soon as she saw Brittney's face she knew her job was going to be serious." Hello I'm Julie" said the lady. "hi, Brittney" Brittney was going to shake her hand but her arm was still sprained and as soon as Julie saw that she was very concerned. "Brittney why don't we go to the doctor, then we'll talk about why you called"

Im not continuing unless I really get more. Cause this might not go on