I wrote this for my lit class I hope you like it.
It happens to other people.
By: Tommy Ignoffo
It happens to other people,
But when it happens to you its different,
She stays at school,
Hoping that it just drags on forever,
She never wants it to end,
But when the school days over she hides,
In the closet,
In the Bathroom,
In the attic,
Under the bed,
She prays he doesn’t come home early,
Hopes that he stays late,
She wishes he doesn’t get drunk,
Or that he isn’t mad,
But even worse drunk and mad,
The combination is deadly,
Here comes the moment she has been dreading,
His old rusty truck pulls up,
The door knob turns,
She runs as fast as she can to her room,
But its too late he spotted her,
He follows her with a half empty bottle of Vodka,
She closes the door behind her and quickly locks it,
So he bangs on it loudly,
Her mother runs up the stairs and tries to stop him,
Bang! He knocks her mother down
She lays there unconscious,
He returns to banging on the door,
Trying to get her out,
He punches a hole into the door,
His hands bleeding,
But he still tries to get in,
Without hesitating she runs to the window,
She tries with all her might to open it,
It won’t even nudge,
So she hurries to her dresser,
Throwing trying to break it,
Nothing will break it,
She runs to her guitar,
And then to the window,
She starts slamming it on the window,
It breaks,
She steps onto the ledge,
When she realizes she is seven stories up,
But he breaks down the door,
He’s running to her with his bloody fist clenched,
He beats her,
She tries to hold on,
But she slips,
Falling for what seems like hours,
But only seconds,
Seven stories down lies her dead body,
And seven stories up is her abusive father,
It happens to other people,
But when it happens to you its different. | 
