I can hear screaming from the room below
I huddle and cover my ears,
It does nothing.
I can still hear them.
I know what I must do,
But I don’t want to.
Not again.


I can imagine her,
huddled on the ground in fear.
So I fight for her.
Again and again I hit.
WHAM
You will never hurt her.
WHAM
I will protect her at all costs.
WHAM
You will never get to her.


I just wish they would stop.
I keep hearing it,
The screams and shouts
Floating up the stairs.
I wish she would understand,
That she's so much worse in words,
Than my sister could ever be.

I hear a particularly harsh sounding blow.
With a deep sigh I pick up the phone.
By now this is routine.
Slowly but surely I dial.
For only three numbers
It takes longer than it should.


I keep at it
Over and over.
I keep hitting and I keep protecting.
Until something happens,
Something unexpected.
I hear voices beyond the screams.
Someone called the police.
They enter the room.
They try to pry me from her.
All I know is that I can't stop.
I won't stop.


The police come in
And break them apart.
Finally.
Now
I can get back
to what I was doing.
It’s sad I think,
That I can do this so easily.
Call the police,
And then be on my way.
Then I will disappear
Into my room.
I try to block out the conversation
Happening below.
But,
Curiosity gets the better of me.
I creep downstairs
And listen in.
They are calming her down.
And the whole ordeal is over now.