User blog:Safetyfireluv/I don't want to know

He neared their house.

"Who's next?" His partner asked. The main robber/killer stood blankly in front of the house. The lights downstairs were on, and a puppy was laying on his side on the carpet in what seemed to be the front room, off in a corner. If he made too much noise, they'd have to shoot him, but otherwise, he wasn't worth much.

A girl was upstairs playing. Her mother had left her home alone, by herself, tired. She talked to her animals and then made them talk to each other. Eventually, she sat down, cuddling with her stuffed animals, and watched Youtube.

The robbers stealthily walked upstairs. Since her mother was simply out at a boy scout meeting for the girl's brother, she'd be returning soon, after an hour. There was a bloodcurdling scream as the robbers, dressed in black, approached the door. She sunk back, horrified.

"Please... what... what do you want?" She said frantically, placing herself behind a drawer, trembling. She had nothing. She started to cry. "Please..."

"Don't be naughty. Be grateful. If you ignore this warning, we'll kill you. Just do what you're supposed to. Shower, call your mom, and get to bed. Oh, and stop going on that computer when everyone's asleep."

The girl was extremely afraid and nodded, willing to do anything to save herself. She sighed, relieved, when the robbers left without a trace. They hadn't taken anything. She watched them walk down the street to their motorcycles with bags hanging from the edges and they steered themselves into the cold wind back down the neighborhood.

When her mother got home, the child was traumatized, but she didn't speak of it. From then on, she attempted to stay calm. The robbers came back one night, threatening her again.

"If you do not stop losing your temper easily with your brother," They said, "You die."

She wanted to complain that nobody was perfect. But they were armed, so she just helplessly agreed in horror of being torn apart or shot in the head, though the second would be much quicker and therefore hopefully better. But she had no intention of dying, not at her young age!

Did I mention she was only 9?

Yeah, pretty young. She probably was supposed to have about 3 years before she should be staying home by herself. Nevertheless, she stayed calm with fights and resisted the temptation to insult him back. When she let him be right, he smirked at her and insulted her again. She just walked away most times.

The robbers never came back after that. But she continued living that way, becoming better at it each day. Soon, it became her daily routine, and she often got rewarded.

At night, she prayed to God for those robbers, that they'd taught her how to stand up for herself but not let her control be lost. To be careful, to lock the doors. And from then on, she did. She grew up to be a better person and never lost that truce with the killers.

Now, the robbers were upset. None of the people they'd chosen to visit had obeyed and changed. With the power of that itself, they changed themselves for the better, which was part of the reason they went straight. That girl- they both helped in ways they didn't realize.

And that night for that girl? Well, it meant her life. It meant the one thing that made her unsafe and uneasy at first, then successful to a pro. Because sometimes, people aren't perfect. That's the way things are. But changing one simple person? It's a ripple. And hopefully, we can all work towards making sure that ripple continues on and on.

Because we all have the power in us. We also have the option of whether or not to unleash it.