still, no guarentee the neighbors can act. ok guys i'm gonna open up a little so be prepared.

There are many kinds of abuse, this is sickening and cruel but other kinds can be just so. In my jr. year art class there was this girl, extremely shy and as far as everyone could presume a little off. most of the time when she came about and said weird things about helping people and knowing they were in pain people would simply dismiss her (uh... yeah *walks away*)
Unfortunatly my parents taught my compassion, so i listened to her and she became quite dependant on her talks with me and my consolation over her odd feelings. but as she talked and i so foolishly listened it became obvious she was the spawn of a dual psycho relationship. At first she talked about her sister mostly, how her sister had done what i was now doing, listen, support, protect, that is until her sister cut her wrists in attempted suicide, her sister changed then according to her, she became more distant, less protective. I unknowingly began to fill the void.
As her dependance on me became more clear and me more alarmed and i admit worried for her more problems made themselves evident. she was raised as a slave, that is the only way to describe it, she is meek as a feild mouse but without the common sense to flee danger, her parents had raised her till she was like 6 then started to have her do all the chores, cook, clean, when she got older she had to work because her loser father was unemployed. and still she was burdened with all the sorrows, and all the angers of the family. i learned her father pushed her around and her mother screamed at her and never cared for her at all. even the day when her sister, the only one who cared for her, slit her own wrists she came home to an empty house with no message, 6 hours later the hospital called to tell, 6 months in a psychiatric ward changed her sister for in all that time they were never even allowed to speak.
So now this tragic girl, who is some kind of freakin math genius is alone with the distant mother, abusive father, and the newly estranged sister. the parents then divorce she and the sister go with the father (for reasons i do not know) and the sister who used to fight on her behalf fought no longer, the abuse got worse.
I stepped in, i convinced her that it was wrong what was happening to her, for previously she was one of the sad cases where she believed the abuse was her fault and pitied her father rather than hate him. I convinced her to move in with the mother who i believed to be the better of the two. we went to the fathers house and truth be told i was ready to kick his *** if he tried anything. to my utter disgust the pig actually cried as we moved all her stuff out. i was now beginning to grasp the emotional and mental instability of the whole family but somehow i had convinced myself that the mother would surely not be so bad. the father protests and weeps but regardless we move her out and to her mothers, things will get better... right?
Shew is staying with her mother for a time, i don't know where she got my number but now she is calling all the time, she is so dependant, so weak, the pity i feel is honestly mingled with disgust, me being so strong willed and not truly understanding her inability to act.
slowly but surely things go south with the mother who i now know to be as much of a lunatic as the father. the mother harnesses the poor girls weakness of spirit and drives her to do all the house work, all the cooking, all the cleaning and to have a job cleaning others houses which the girl insists on donating to a church (i try to fight this but as with other meek creatures she finds strengh in her god). any deviation from the work, if she does not do her work the punishments are cruel. the mother has taken from her over time, for either not doing work at my insistance (yes ladies and gentalmen i told her to resist) or for no good reason, her computer, tv, blankets, and clothes. now that winter has fallen in ernest the mother has taken to shutting off the girls heat as punishment, or denying the girl food. none of her punishments are enforced to by lock or key though, oh no, she has raised the poor child to not dare go against the word of the mother, she dares not turn on the heat or venture to the fridge, even when the mother is not there.
Her calls to me are coming every night now, i dread them, she always says that they make her feel infinatly better but it is a vampiric effect for she drains any sentiment of happiness from my very bones. i truly begin to hate her for what she is. then the calls come less frequent and stop.
i try to content myself with the silence but my mother investigates, turns out her dear sister, who once loved and defended her like no one else broke her cell phone and so took this poor child's. her life is growing more tragic, her mother refuses to give her any money for a car or even take her for her permit, and worst of all she has asserted that she will not spend a cent to aid the girl through college.
and thats the end, that is how it is today, as it was yesterday and will be tomorrow. Child Protective Services has been notified by a guidance councellor but i am sure they do not know the whole story as i do. i dared not call them before because i realized that the girl being so meek if she was put in a home for girls with the daughters of crack-heads and gang-bangers, inner city children and violent youths, they would utterly destroy her or easily bent her to there will and unchallenged servitude.
I said before that only i have this knowledge so you may ask why i so easily impart it to you strangers. It is because now after all this time, truly in my heart of hearts i despise this wretched pathetic being who insists on feeding off my strengh and happiness, i can't do it any longer, i really can't.

wow, that was a lot harder to write than i thought it would be ...i feel sick, i'm going to bed, srry if i hijacked the thread.