It was just a thought.

Wow. So, I found the courage...and it was pointless. I called the police, told them what happened, the names, dates and places, and I can't do anything about it. My mom has to press the charges herself. It's not fair. I feel like I have just as much right to press the charges. It happened not two feet from my bedroom door. How is this right? How is this just? I need to do something about it. I can't just give up. I can't. I have to feel like I have some power over the situation. I can do it. I know I can. I just need to figure out how. Ugh. Someone please remind me why I shouldn't just kill him myself?