Prologue to: Dear, Dear Goodbye Diary
A sweet, little, soft-spoken little girl of only age eleven
Sitting on the dirty, ragged, carpet of a beat-up old trailer
Writing in her blue little dear diary all she knew about Heaven
Knowing the man had lied when he said he was only a tailor
She sadly looked down knowing in her big heart
Just what the older man was speaking about
The yelling continued never seeming to cease
Tempted to dial the well-known number of the police
She restrained her delicate fingers as they traced her small book
It was all she would have left and she felt a tiring pang
Walking in the kitchen she couldn't help but notice the look
Her father watched her yell in a frantic harangue
That heart-shattering look the old man gave her was too much to handle
She cried out in pain and asked him to stop as he swiftly pulled the knife
The handle soaked in someone's blood. He whispered softly to not make a scandal
So young and already an expert at pain and loss, staring at him in strife
She softly nodded her heard as the tears poured down her cheek
He looked to his young, only child looking so filled with terror
Harshly looking away in disgrace, he felt too low and too weak
He wanted to keep her in the dark about his well-known error
His drinking had finally gotten him in trouble and there was nothing to do
Making mistakes a humanly pass-time, but this one was completely irreparable
He'd promised to always be there, even graduation. She knew this much true.
He couldn't leave her, he'd be leaving too soon. They'd always been inseparable
She sobbed in the old cotton of her used rag doll, taking in the left over scent
The scent her father had left on it from when they were together years ago
It was the only thing she could ever trust and speak to about her days in torment
Still, this was no way to leave and visit mommy in Heaven. It'd leave her in woe.
She'd be in another six seasons of heartbreak. She looked up at the man
The one with the cruel intentions and could say no words out loud
But the man knew exactly what she had wanted to say but he only ran
Out the door and to his beat-up, used truck. Sobbing on her floor she vowed
Never to fall in love with a man. They were nothing but trouble for girls like her
The ones that needed the most help. She ran next door to inform her fellow friends
All they could do was stare at the young girl in shock. She could only see a blur
She had a million chances to tell him everything, but she never made amends
As the red and blue lights flashed in front of her home, where would she go now?
Not to Readers: I know this seems like a REALLY, REALLY sappy story, but I swear it gets awesomely better.
I'm kind of hoping that it's original. Tell me if you want me to continue writing it in poem-form, or to continue it in normal text (which would be a LOT easier). Anyway. Thanks for reading! Remember to review, they're always appreciated.
I'm thinking about adding a LOT of humor.
Also, should I go through her teenage years? It would probably help you understand her growing up better.