The weeping walls

If walls could talk everything would be so much easier. The words that they would say would almost be unbelievable. These walls have seen more than they can handle. Long ago I was painted white. Each time there was a new family they all painted me another color.

If it was up to me I would have decided to stay white. I think that any other color looks tacky. I will never forget the first family I ever saw. At first I thought they were the best thing ever. I would soon find out that wasn’t the case. I quickly grew fond of of the kids they had. I saw them grow and learn every day. I would have done anything to protect them if I could.

I first started to see strange behavior from the father. He would come home later and later every night. Some nights he wouldn’t come home at all. His wife soon started to catch on.

This would lead to many arguments that would be heard by all the neighbors. I would constantly hear the kids crying when they were fighting. I would have hugged them if I had arms.

I could see it slowly changing them. They began to have different attitudes. The oldest was the first one to be noticeable. She smiled less and less everyday. I saw her change from bubbly to angry and moody. Her friends were not any better. They would come over all the time and disrespect me . I hated them with a passion.

One year in with the family was almost explosive. The fighting had only gotten worse and more physical. The father was the worst one of all of them. He had started to hit his wife on a regular basis. Every time that I saw her she had a new scar. I was extremely sad that I couldn’t help her. The kids started to notice as well. They would constantly ask if the mother was okay.

One day the oldest daughter started to make plans. She wanted to save her mother as much as me. I clearly couldn’t be any help. Even though she desperately needed it. I knew that her father wouldn’t let her go easy. She called her friends over and they all started talking about it.

The plan was fairly simple. They would have the friends break in and kill the father. They had to make sure it looked like an old fashioned break in. They wouldn’t ever be as ready as they were now. They had one week to get everything and then it was go time.

A couple days went by and the fighting still continued. It had become a daily thing. Sometimes even multiple times a day. The neighbors all knew but they didn’t get involved. They could have helped but they didn’t. The last fight was two nights before the plan. The father had come home drunk again. His wife started yelling at him about his drinking. He ended up throwing his bottle at her. It barely missed her head. She stood there stunned not knowing what to do.

He left the house after that. The oldest child wasn’t sure if the plan would work now. The whole point was for him to be there. He ended up coming back the next night. It was still in motion. He got home on time for once. It was more or a normal night. He wasn’t drinking so it was bearable. However the plan was set and there was no going back.

He went to bed with the wife and the oldest daughter stayed up. They came around midnight ready to go. The back door was unlocked so the my walked in. They went straight to the bedroom. There he was asleep in bed. One of the friends took a knife and slit his throat. Blood started pouring out. The wife never woke up. They went down stairs and broke the glass of the back door. They needed to make it look like a break in. They then walked out the back gate.

The next morning the wife woke up and screamed. She was next to her dead husband. She look down at her hands expecting to see blood. There was none. The police came and started asking questions. One of the neighbors said that they saw the friends leaving.

After that they started searching for them but they were long gone. The family ended up moving and was never seen again. I wish I could have helped some how but I’m just a wall.