I scream as i feel the first blow across my head your a wicked little brat mommy and daddy hate you blood mattered all through my hair and it feels like a knife is going through me every time i try to move or breathe my head hurts every bit of my body aches and
I'm slowly running out of breath
i think i might die tonight.
i want my mommy to know how much i hate her for what shes done and daddy how much i love you,
I'm fading away.
now i lay there still I'm four years old I'm cold.
Good Bye.
