Four.

Screaming and crying, yelling for the pain to end. How did life end up like this? Your young body is being covered in blood and bruises from such a young age. They said my body was a temple, Four years old and it’s being destroyed by the one who should protect you the most. All of his weight is put on you as you feel his elbows digging into the crease of yours. You scream and arch your back, hoping that maybe someway, somehow you will be set free. If only you were better. What did you do wrong? You will never know. You feel his knees lift up and press down hard into your thighs. The pain increases. “Daddy! Daddy please! I love you! Please stop! Your hurting me!” Your sobbing. Unable to control your body is a horrible thing, so young to feel the harsh world so sharply. You try to jerk out from underneath him but he is to strong. He’s pushing down hard with all of his weight on top of you. You scream looking for hope and stretch your neck searching, pleading with God to save you. All you see is your mother, pacing around you. Hands on her hips, ignoring you cry’s. Why, why do you hate me so much. I don’t understand. What did I do for you to treat me this way. You see your daughter, laying on the floor, screaming in pain, begging for your help. And you do nothing. It doesn’t even phase you. How did you get to this point. Where is normal for you to see bruises on your daughters body. What made the abuse okay? Why weren’t you the one to say no? The mother? The main protector, why wouldn’t you want your baby’s innocent body to remain pure? To be scarred so young, it destroys the rest of your life. Her earliest memory is pain, she will go her whole life knowing that it was ruined from the start. Her life will never be perfect because the ones she depended on, the ones she loved most created something evil. The Demond haunted the little girls life, she deserved more. But her childhood was taken from her. Her life was destroyed from the start. That once pure, innocent child was gone, at the age of four.

She’s 18 now and doesn’t understand how her life got here. Drugs, alcohol, no job and parents who don’t care. All her friends just want to get high. She’s got a pretty face and knows to well how to hide the pain. The smile seems so pure, so real. But she wants to end her life.  She’s going no where and no one will help. Her parents don’t take her seriously, they don’t have time to worry about the way she feels. She’s all alone. Surrounded by people who use her and don’t care.  One one knows who she truly is. But she doesn’t want to tell, she’s a destroyed body, mind, and soul. There’s nothing left. She has nothing, is nothing. There’s nothing good she has to give. Her life is going no where and she’s ready to give up. The thought of love pops in her head, wondering what it feels like. Her parents, her brother. She loves him, the only person in her life that ever mattered. Her parents haven’t talked to her for months, her life flashed before her eyes. All it was, was reassurance. It was over. Why didn’t she do it sooner? Her whole life she’s hated herself. It was such an easy way out. She looks down, pills surrounded her. She grabs a handful and starts shoveling them in her mouth, guzzling them down with water. Unable to stop until they were all gone. She lays down and rests her pillow for one last time. She’s drifting into sleep and she feels happy. The way she did as she was being brought into this world, finally, it was over.