by Splashley Aug 31, 2009
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
A little girl, no older than 10 years old, walked home from school one day. She got to her house, and went inside. Her parents were screaming at each other. She heard footsteps pounding hard and fast on the wooden floor. There was a piercing scream that hurt the little girl's ears. Then absolute silence.. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She knew her dad was always drunk and threatened to kill her mom several times already, but she didn't want to face the fact that maybe he actually did kill her this time. The little girl was in tears and hid behind the couch. Her dad called out, "Come out, come out.. Wherever you are".. The little girl tried her best to keep quiet. She didn't want to end up like her mom. Her dad was searching the house for her, with a bloody knife in his hands. The little girl ran when she heard her dad getting closer. She ran outside and to the neighbor's house. She pounded on the door and told them everything that happened. The neighbor's called 911 and the little girl burst into tears. The cops raced over to her house to find her mom and dad both slaughtered and covered in blood. The little girl got taken into foster care and now works against alcohol abuse. Goodbye father. Goodbye mother.. May you both rest in peace.. |