Daddy's little girl (a sad lonely girl left to face the world)

Daddy's little girl sitting in his chair, swinging her legs, combing her hair. She hears a scream and hides behind the couch, Daddy comes in, in a drunken bout. He drags mommy in by her hair. Her face stained by blood, her eyes a blank stare. She's still alive, I can see her rising chest, swinging her frail arms fighting to the death. Daddy pulls out the pistol, the little girl closes her eyes. She hears two shots and then a cry. Paralyzed by fear she cannot move, she clenches her teeth and curls in a ball. Her arms wrapped around her, her fist small. She starts to cry and simply wishes for a better tomorrow.

This is not about me, simply something that came to me, and it is not finished yet. I would appreciate any comments.