Abuse?

By: Allie Smith

I was abused,

Pushing and shoving,

Teasing,

I remember my helpless looks,

Is what I see in my dreams or nightmares.

my crying pleas fall upon deaf ears,

The over-powering volume of the his screams,

A belt crack repeatedly against the my flailing body,

The countless number of cuss words that come out of the Snape's mouth,

Are the sound effects in my nightmare.

Fear that washes over my trembling body,

The limitless number of fire whisky bottles that have been opened,

Danger around every corner,

The final bottle of fire whisky that will drive mabye Snape over the edge and commit murder,

Is the overwhelming odor.

Betrayed,

Sad,

Taken aback that even he could do such things,

Is the way I feel,

Because I was a victim of abuse,

Even though it had just started out as an evening detention.