The shadows in my closet

As i sit in the corner of my closet
everything is dark and still
I watch the shadows stream in
from the crack in the door.
The screams of my sister
"stop daddy, stop!"
fill trough my ears
The silent screams and the soft whispers makes me wish my mom was still here
a brutal slap against my sisters face
ended the silence as you heard the body of the helpless girl fall to the floor
the abuse came to a end
the shadow got closer
i started to cry, for all this time my father was a poser
He opened the door and threw a fist threw the wall
I begged..
"daddy please I'm still so small"
He stopped and turned,
slowly he walked away my stomach was still churned
I desperately crawled to my sister and grieved
why couldn't of it been me
I felt a cold chill run down my spine
as i heard my sisters last breath
For it was my fault of the poor girl's death
because I was just the one watching the shadows in my closet..