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How Would You Feel. You walk into the dining room. Your parents are having a Full English Breakfast. Yum. While you are having nothing. So let's stop this.
Kicks and a punch. Marks and bruises. After dinner and lunch. Consciousness looses. Ropes and wire. Tied to a pole. Hurts like fire. Burns the soul. Flesh apart. Lemons and lime. Burning heart.
My doll, she is a sight to see, She's such an awful mess.
She's underneath the bed again, But not for the reason you'd think. It's not the dark or the boogie man- Her dads had a drink. He's fighting with mummy again, She can hear her tears.
Warning!. Very dark and somewhat disturbing!.
There was a girl just aged seven, When her mother went to heaven, And her father turned for worst, and then guess who felt it first.
"Mum. What, why, how did you find me. I thought you were dead!" I screamed, "Hey...Hey darling. It's ok, I asked your nan and she told me.
A sparkly tiara. For little miss Clara. Her mother has died. Although, against cancer, she tried. A fighter, they both were. But her mothers time had occured. Clara shan't shed a tear.
Sticks and stones they break her bones your words are what most hurt her no one loves but Soon some one could burry her then shed know how bad her words Hurt her baby her atomic blows bruise her...
I just want to quickly point out, that these chapters can get quite harsh and unpleasant quite quickly, so younger and more sensitive readers please be aware. Chapter III may not be so pleasant.
*Inspired by the Martina McBride song* I carefully pull on the dirty cotton dress from the second hand store, pulled on by my hands many more times than twice.
Chapter 2 My two older sisters Kristina and Arlana shared a room at the opposite end of the hall. Kristina was the oldest. She was eight and Arlana was seven . I was the baby.
I need to get out,of this place I call home. With its filth and its clutter It would make a queen stutter Where children are slaves,and I swear earth has nicer caves.
#household WARNING; Extremely Insane In Every Insanely Mad Way. Darker Then Night. Beware. Tick, tock, cuckoo clock. Time is running out. Bleeding, bleeding, breakfast feeding, Slice and dice...
A slight little thing, Dressed all in white, Around the forest her enchanting voice sings, Songs of love and light. She dances around, Oblivious to any wrong.
She awoke. It was dark. The clock bells were just chiming twelve. Witching Hour. She slowly sat up, and looked out the curtain-less, glass-less, hole in the wall that acted as a window.
There's dents in my walls,. There's bruises on me,. There's glass shattered,. Most of its on me,. There's blood on the floor,. From my bleeding head,. The hurtful words,. That you just said,.
His mother never loved him She only wanted girls So aged two, under the stairs He was thrown, he was hurled As young as he was He knew the love was gone For his mother was cold Heartless for so very...
When I was little, my dad was always my rock. So stable, so safe. But at some point, that changed. I'm not sure when, but it did. My dad has always been one to appreciate a good whiskey.
Following on from a story by @smelly fingers @misslittleDHP and me. Chapter 5 Hope is lost. The chanting was loud and irritating.
I need her to stay safe,I want her to never let go, But my sweet child, confidence comes as you grow, It means eventually, no matter how hard I try, We won't ride the horses, and she'll ask...
Chapt 6, part 2, When it finally did, he looks at me with sparkling eyes and says, 'You ok?' I nod even though I know I'm not.
The 7- year old boy played the violin like it was a monster he had to slay, but instead of blood there were tones. Beautiful tones indeed, but there was something dark behind them.
Chapt 4, part 2, ---------------Through Martha's Eyes--------------- I kick the door and cry. I can hear mum and dads muffled voices. I look around the room. I need to get out. I need to save Lily.