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Author: Unknown
My name is Chris. I am three.
My eyes are swollen. I cannot see.
I must be stupid. I must be bad.
What else could have made my daddy so mad.
I wish I were better. I wish I werent ugly.
Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all. I am awake, and alone.
The house is dark. My parents aren't home.
When my mommy gets home I'll try to be nice,
so maybe I will only get one whipping tonight.
I just heard a car. My daddy is back from the bar.
I heard him curse. My name is called.
I press myself against the wall. I try to hide from his evil eyes.
I'm so afraid now. I start to cry.
He finds me weeping, calls me ugly words.
He says it's all my fault that he suffers at work.
He slaps me hits me, and yells at me more.
I finally get free, and run to the door.
He's already locked it. I start to ball.
He takes me, and throws me against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken.
My daddy continues with more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry" I scream, but it is much too late.
His face has been twisted into a horrible shape.
The hurt, and the pain again, and again.
Oh please God have mercy. Oh please let it end.
He finnaly stops, and heads for the door.
I lay motionless on the cold floor.
My name is Chris. I am three.
Tonight my daddy murdered me.
 KitsumiTsuya · Mon Jun 11, 2007 @ 03:20am · 2 Comments |
