My name is Sydney. I am only 5. My parents hate me. My mommy Smokes and does drugs, and my daddy has to drink every day.I sleep in my old puppy's doghouse. I only get 1 meal a day, and when I'm lucky, i get 2 meals. my only possession is my blanket.I am left at home while my parents go to work, and i am not allowed to move or i will pay. Last night, my parents came home very angry from the local bar. Mommy took me tightly by the wrist, spanking me endlessly. My daddy was so mad, he ripped a plank of wood from the fence. He started beating me with it. He asks me ferociously, why their lives are so hard. With me in it. Mommy cuts me with her very sharp pocketknife. Oh, please, Jesus! Help me! Make it stop! My neighbor spots my parents hurting me. They call the police. Later with all the pain, my mommy cuts me around the neck with a big knife. Then the cops arrive. It was too late. I was lying there, motionless, with tears and blood all over me, with my best friend, my blanket in my hand. I died. Mommy and daddy were sent in jail Murdering me, who did nothing. Now, i am living happily in heaven. I wish i had better parents.
Please, repost this if you have a big enough heart. Or, leave it here as if it never touched your delicate heart. Everyone has a reason to live. Stop child abuse.
18 years, 2 months & 4 days ago
