October is not only the month of awareness for breast cancer. It is also Domestic Violence Awareness Month. The fictional story below is one that I wrote and posted awhile back. I’m posting it again as a reminder that domestic violence is very real and can leave a lifetime of scars. In some cases, the victims are not only the individuals who are physically assaulted, but also those who witness. In turn, some form mental or emotional issues that can affect relationships and interactions with people as a whole.
Unfortunately, I have been on both sides of the coin. With the help of God and professional and personal support systems, I have been able to overcome and work through these traumas. Everyone’s story may not be as successful, but that does not make it any less relevant. If you or someone you know is being abused, there is help. The National Domestic Violence Hotline is available 24/7 at 1-800-799-7233.
Image: Mr. Wallpaper
Settled into bed after the hustle and bustle of a long workday, Penelope’s eyes closed. Shoulders relaxed. Breaths long, but deep. There was quietness, almost like peace – something she strived for.
Poomb, poomb…Thud!
Penelope was awakened by the loud noises. She sprang up in her bed – shaking like a leaf. She was scared. The house was silent, but her knees were knocking like a woodpecker on a tree.
Penelope slid from her bed onto the floor. She huddled upright in a fetal position, pulling her knees to her chest. She silently moaned as a rampage of thoughts went through her mind – was it an intruder or her father acting out?
She needed help. She felt around in the dark for her cell phone. It wasn’t there. Crap, where is it?
Crshhh!
Penelope shuttered at the new noise. It sounded like glass shattering. Was someone…
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Melanie V. Logan 