Voices and noises

I have been hiding in my room for a few days now. Maybe longer, it doesn't matter. You see, the thing is people are trying to tell me that I'm making this up. For attention or out of boredom or whatever they call it. But I swear that I'm honest, always have been. The reason I'm in my room is simple. Safety. I can't go out there without hearing them. I tried to ignore them but they would get louder and they would start screaming and yelling until I couldn't bear it anymore. They can't get to me in here though. I don't know why. I just know that I prefer the silence by now. 

Of course, my family wouldn't believe me. Why would they, they obey to them since the first time I heard them. I figured that they're manipulating them. But they won't get me. I'm not that stupid. I will stay in safety until I know how to deal with them. My family stopped trying to get me out of my room. They also stopped hitting and scratching the door. I think they finally gave up. Sometimes I would here one of them shuffling across the hallway on the other side but most of the time I was alone with the silence of my room. It was delightful. Wait, who is wailing downstairs? Did my father hit my sister again? I need to check on her. But I can't leave. I can't help her. This is my fault. How much can I do from here without going outside? I'm yelling that he should leave her alone. Silence. The wailing stopped. Good, he listened to me. I jump from my bed as something thumps against the door. Leave me alone. Go away. Another thump. What is this? I thought they gave up? I'm not coming out of here, you know that! I hear a rustling noise from the window. I peek outside, just enough to see, not to be seen but there is no one. Silence again. At the door and the window. I get back to my bed. 

Suddenly I hear someone say my name. Over and over. Then other words. Random words, like the names of my family or objects I own. No. They can't get in here. I was safe here. I hear more words. Sentences. Orders. Thoughts, but not mine. I throw myself onto the bed and cover my ears. I can still hear them. They get louder and angrier with every spoken word. What do I do, what do I do?? I pull the blanket over my head, yet nothing changes. They seem to make conversation, with each other or with me, I don't know. When did I start answering them? When did I open the window? When did I get up on the window sill? Why are there people below me, on the street, shouting and crying? I should get down as fast as possible and ask them if they hear the voices too. Before it's too late. Before they can take me as well.