The Little Girl

There once was a little girl,
Who lived in a little house.
She had a little room,
And a little pet mouse.

The little girl she loved her mummy,
And her daddy too.
But then they started arguing,
She didn't know what to do.

She told them that she loved them both,
And that she'd always care.
But they both continued arguing,
Something that was rare.

Now this girl is only twelve,
She's used to her parents being happy.
They used to always be nice,
Ever since she was in a nappy.

She's not used to seeing all this.
Her world has suddenly gone bad.
She's not used to all the hitting,
Especially from her dad.

Then one night the house is quiet.
The girl feels quite relieved,
Until she hears her door creak.
Quite a shock she had received.

She saw her daddy standing there,
And he asks if she's awake.
She closes her eyes quickly,
Hoping she doesn't look fake.

She could hear his footsteps getting closer,
Getting nearer one by one.
The little girl was really scared,
She didn't know what she had done.

He pulled down all her covers,
And she curled up in a ball.
He sat on the edge of her bed,
As she stared straight at the wall.

He placed his hand upon her thigh,
Smiling from ear to ear.
She closed her legs and held them tight,
Trying to not show her fear.

He told her that she's beautiful,
She's the most prettiest little girl.
He moved his hand up further,
Trying to make her body uncurl.

She closes her legs tightly.
Trying to stay silent.
Wishing with all her might,
That her daddy doesn't get violent.

He finally pries open her legs.
She gasps in utter pain.
She ignores the red marks that are there,
While she's slowly going insane.

Her daddy moves slightly closer,
And places his hand on her private spot.
"Don't be scared baby" he said,
"Remember I love you a lot."

He began pulling down her underwear,
Struggling to remove them.
The little girl was worried,
For her soul had been condemned.

She remembered what was in her dresser,
That was right beside her bed.
She pretended that she fainted,
She looked like she was dead.

She hoped her daddy would move,
Just that little inch.
So she could make a run for it,
Before he could even flinch.

She jumped off of her bed,
And reached out for the draw.
She must have fallen over,
Because she ended up on the floor.

She scrambled to her feet,
Her daddy close behind.
She wanted all these memories,
To be erased from her mind.

She ran over to her door.
Realising it was locked,
She grabbed her secret key.
Her daddy looking shocked.

She burst out to the hall.
Screaming to her mummy.
Falling down the stairs,
This made her hurt her tummy.

She ran into the kitchen,
And found that it was bare.
So she ran into the lounge room,
And saw her mummy on the chair.

She looked down at the carpet,
And saw that it was red.
"Mummy are you okay?" she asked,
While staring at her mummy's head.

She started to move closer,
Before she saw the knife.
Had her daddy done this?
And ended her mummy's life?

Her daddy had to pay,
For doing what he had done.
She ran over to the safe,
Grabbing her daddy's gun.

She hid it behind her back.
As her daddy came into sight,
She looked at him, near crying.
As she held the gun real tight.

Her daddy looked quite worried,
Maybe even scared,
She wondered what was wrong with him?
Had he ever cared?

She wanted to get revenge.
For her mummy's sake.
She looked at him in anger,
His life, she was about to take.

She held the gun in front of her.
Smiling without regret.
He looked at her in pain.
A moment she would never forget!

She pulled the trigger,
And knew it was the end,
No more of the arguments,
That she had to mend.

Her mummy and daddy now gone,
She was left empty and broken inside.
She no longer wanted to live.
So that night the little girl died.

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