"Come into the room and close the door.", he said. "Lay down on the bed.", he continued. I listened and did as he bid for I was only six years old and he was afterall my father. He still gave me commands and I was the sweet obedient girl so I followed. I removed my clothes when he said so. Whilst he told me what to do he rid himself of his robe which he wasn't clothed underneath. I didn't move as I observed his every move.
I began to get scared as he strolled closer and closer to me. I wanted to scream however he warned me if I so much as talked he would beat me with the blet so I stayed in my fearful silence. What occured next I can't explain for it not only was painful but too explicit. All I can say is no one knew anything about it what so ever.
That was how it went for the next nine years. Since I had to stay silent about it I was a rather antisocial child at school. I had no friends nor did I det any dates. People thought I was some kind of scary freak who was evil. Of course they didn't know the truth. I mean what they think isn't the problem, it's what I endure when I go home everynight.
Finally I felt that I could bare this torture no longer so I figured I'd put a stop to it. I didn't bother with a letter to explain my actions. If you think about it, it's not like anyone would care for I didn't have anyone.
That night, one of the only nights my father works late, I thought it would be my best opportunity to go through with my plan. I found his hand gun that he keeps in the closet. I placed the cold steel end of the barrel into the contours of my mouth. I paused for a moment and took in a deep breath. I closed my eyes tight and pulled the trigger. At last my long going nightmare was over.
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