P.O.V. Cry Baby:

I have now five years. I'm putting my pajamas to go to sleep.
When I went to bed, I heard a noise knife cutting something and liquid hitting the ground. Mom should be doing chicken for lunch.
A few minutes later, I fell asleep. I dreamed of many unicorns and happy things.
I heard a scream from the room.
I went to investigate.
When I arrived in the room, I had a dirty sheet of blood with a dead body beneath him.
It was my father.
I avoided scream, not to get someone's attention.
My mother was walking down the hall with a dirty knife with blood on hand, red clothes.
I was afraid, very afraid.
I started crying, my mother heard.
She came towards me with a handkerchief in his hand.
I had no way out.
She stuck with brutality the handkerchief on my face, and I passed out.
When I woke up, I was tied to the bed. My mother had a whip in his hand.
She was going to rape me.
I was very afraid of her...

Blood still stains when the sheets are washed
Sex don't sleep when the lights are off
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up
And syrup still syrup in a sippy cup

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