A Child Called It -David
I didn’t care anymore. I wanted mother to kill me. I won the election for the school news paper name. They gave me a paper to bring home to mother saying that I was a great student and that I won the name. She ripped it up and I was used to all the names she called me but when she called me it that made me snap. I wasn’t going to play her games anymore. I did everything to make her mad. After the last gas chamber I stopped. I didn’t have the towel this time and she turned the air duct off.
Father separated from mother. I was all hers now. She said that father couldn’t save me now. I stopped believing in god but I prayed on the way home after seeing father for the last time. “”…deliver me from evil.” “Amen.”
Thursday, December 17, 2009
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Dear David,
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry I wasn't there for you but i had to get out of there... I couldn't handel it. I had to get away from Mother. I'll always love you.
Love,
Dad