The Children Next Door

By Cianni

I know some kids that live next door to me. They don't seem to be very… lively. It makes me very sad because I see what happens to them. Night and day they go through things that I've never witnessed before. They shouldn't have to go through what they do.

There's one girl and one boy. The girl's name is Cindy and her brother's name was Henry. Cindy usually came to school with a black eye. She was tortured at home and molested. I could never get to sleep at night from her screaming. I knew that everyone else heard her to but never tried to stop it. Henry was almost up to the level of torture Cindy had gotten. Henry talked very rarely. His dad stuck dirty used toilet paper down his throat so he wouldn't speak. He had been through cockroaches stuck in his ears and watching him hurt people time after time after time.

Their dad was a heartless person who had nothing inside of him that would ever make him love someone. When I asked Cindy were her mom was one time, she told me the whole story. She said that her dad made their mom do stuff that she didn't want to do. But when their dad got sick of her not doing what he wanted, he killed her and made Henry watch every second of it. That was the only time she had basically ever talked to me. I didn't know what to do. So instead I just went over to their house one day so I could talk to Cindy.

So that day I went over to their house and knocked on the door. Nobody answered. I rang the doorbell. Nobody answered again. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash and screams from Cindy and Henry. I walked over to the window and it was open, so I crawled through it and saw something very terrifying. Henry had been killed. He was lying on the ground. He had blood coming out of his mouth and his eyes were wide open.

I was trying to be quiet though because I didn't know if their dad was still alive. I walked quietly into Cindy's room and saw that he wasn't. He was in Cindy's' closet but was Cindy? She was still alive when I finally found her. She was hiding under her bed, she was cut in her face by her eye and the cut was bleeding. She told me the whole story. She said that when she got home that her dad was mad because her and Henry were a little late from school and were supposed to be home right at 3:00. Since he was so mad he grabbed a knife and slashed her in the face with it. She ran off and her dad chased after her but couldn't catch up. She said that Henry tried to help her but her dad grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the throat.

Cindy was crying when she told me this last part. She said she had to grab came out to check if her dad was still there, he was and he saw her. But when he saw her she ran at him, grabbed the knife and stabbed her father. I asked her how he got in the closet and she said she dragged him in there. I told her I was going to call the cops but then she started crying even more. So I just called when she wasn't around. The cops came and talked to both of us. She told them that it was for self defense and they knew that it was.

I had told them what I had seen every night going on the house and what I heard. Cindy showed them all her bruises and told them everything that had happened. Later on, they called an adoption center for Cindy so she can have a better family and be taken care of. Cindy was adopted a couple of weeks later by a very rich family. I went to visit her every day. Cindy is now happy with her new family and is safe. I hope.

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