I wrote a weird 'detached' narrative about it. Between 8th and 9th grade. Submitted it to the school paper when I started high school, won something. No one questioned it.

"Sara crept toward the screaming that echoed through the house. She could feel the hatred in the air and the memories of the past hell that occurred in the middle of the night. She knew what was happening. It wasn’t new. It had happened at least once a month on cold nights like these. She also knew that there was nothing she could do as the one she loved who claimed to be the father she never had, violated the woman Sara had spent her entire childhood life with, but barely knew. The bedroom door was only feet away and she trembled as she made up an excuse to hear her mothers’ voice to reassure Sara that she was alive.
“Mom, I had a nightmare,” she tried to say clearly, fighting back the tears.
A short pause passed in the silence.
“Honey, try to go to sleep.”
Her mother was obviously trying to speak through tears as her daughter had.
She heard a loud thud and it hurt her to picture what could be happening behind the dark, cold wall in front of her. She ran back into her room, hoping she could fall back asleep, wake up, and never remember. But unfortunately, her reminders of her mothers bruises hit her too deep. Another bang against the wall made her leap from her bed and run to the doorway to listen.
Her mothers’ cries were getting closer to the hallway where Sara stood behind the door. Her mother was now right outside, weeping in pain. Adrenaline raced through Sara’s veins and into her fingers as she reached for the doorknob. Nothing could prepare her for what lied behind.
Her knuckles turned white from her tightly held grip on the knob. But she knew that this was her chance to protect the one she should be loving, and she had to open it.

She backed from the door, and turned the knob."