Redrum

by Heather   Feb 24, 2005


I'm only 7 and my daddies a drunk, I don't know what I ever do to make him so mad..
I scardishly wait for him to come home for only lord will know what he'll do next.
I'm waiting in my room on my broken mattress for what I call my bed.
Till I hear him slam the door open I jumped with fear as tears ran down, as he ran into mommies room and demanded her to get up.
I walked into the hall to see what was happening, as the evil came out he pushed mommies to the floor he hit her with a bat and stabbed her with a knife.
He turned to me and yelled your next.
I ran to my room witch I could not hide.
I sat under my table and wished it to be gone as he came over to me and tore my clothes off he smashed me to the wall and coked me as hard as he could.
I tried to yell but nothing had come out.
He threw me on the bed..
He stabbed me over and over, as mine and mommies blood had mixed I layed there helplessly.
But for me and mommies will live on in are next life together forever in heaven we'll stay

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