Rebekah was only nine.
Nine years old — an age meant for playgrounds, bedtime stories, and scraped knees… not escape plans. 🎒🧸

She didn’t climb out that window for attention.
She didn’t jump to prove courage.

She jumped because the fear inside that house was worse than the fear of the fall. 🪟⬇️

Behind her bedroom door waited something no child should ever have to endure. So she chose the pavement. She chose pain. She chose a chance.

She ran for help. 🏃‍♀️
She told adults what was happening.
She spoke the truth with the trembling voice of a child begging to be believed. 🗣️

And then — she was sent back.

Back to the place she had risked her life to escape.

What followed were months of silent suffering. Smiles forced for the outside world. Bruises hidden beneath clothing. A childhood unraveling in rooms where no one was watching — or no one chose to see. 🚪⚠️

Until her small body could no longer survive what grown hands had done.

Rebekah tried to save herself.
She sounded the alarm. 🚨
She trusted the system meant to protect her.

It failed her.

Her story is not only about cruelty.
It is about warnings ignored. Red flags dismissed. A child’s desperate plea lost in paperwork and procedure. 📂❌

Rebekah didn’t fall because she was fearless.
She fell because she believed someone would catch her.

No child should ever have to jump to be heard. 🕊️💛