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By kirsty

My name is Sarah I am three my eyes are swollen I cannot see I must be stupid I must be bad what else could have made my daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I werent ugly then maybe mommy would still want to hug me. I cant speak at all I cant do wrong or else Im locked up all day long. When I awake Im all alone the house Is dark my fokes arent home when my mommy does come ill try and be nice so maybe ill get just one whipping tonight. Dont make a sound! I just heard a car my daddy is back from charlies bar I heard him curse my name he calls I press my self agaunst the wall I try to hide from his evil eyes im so afraid now im starting to cry he finds me weeping he shouts ugly words he says its my fault that he suffers at work he slaps me and hits me and yells at me more.
I finlally get free and i run for the door, hes already locked it and i start to bawl he takes me and throws me against the hard wall i fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken and my daddy continues with more bad words spoken. Ê´im sorryÊ´ i scream but its now much to late. His face has been twisted into iunimaginable hate, the hurt and the pain, again and again. Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finlally stops and heads for the door, while i lay there motionless, sprawled on the floor. My name is sarah, and i am three, tonight my daddy murdered me.

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