Me: Ok, before this blows up my brain, I NEED to put this down on paper (computer).
Why do I deserve this?
Why? What did I do to deserve this pain, this endless suffering?
I try to be a good girl, I really do.
They beat me with whips and bats, until I cry crimson tears.
I cry out, "Daddy? Mommy? Why do I deserve this?"
They only beat me harder, until they have beaten out all their drunk and frenzied hate. They beat me until I am bleeding rivers, red, velvet rivers that cascade down blue and black, lumpy skin. My brother is dead on the couch;they have beaten him earlier.
They throw me to my closet, my dark and wooden closet.
They don't care that I cry, I cry so hard with these bloodied tears, they laugh cruelly.
They don't feed me, they don't love me. I have one pair of clothes, a threadbare dirty short-sleeved shirt that makes me cold even in the summer months, worn jean shorts that stop above my broken knees, and my bare feet.
I have never seen the outside world, I only see red.
Endless, agonizing seas of red.
Why do I deserve this?
Me: Guys, sorry if this scared you or made you cry. My friend was treated this way, and I just wanted to say that it's so wrong to abuse anyone, especially children, but adults too. We're not put on this planet to kill each other, torture each other, hurt each other. We're put on this planet to live, not to cause pain. We're not meant to be sadists, or murderers, we're meant to be peaceful. Amen.
You don't have to R&R. I don't know why, but I'm putting this in the Alice in Wonderland section, because you don't see many stories about Alice's homelife. ;o