About
The little girl,
Who caries the little pink diary,
Is a little kid of eight.
But for a child of eight,
She knew more about the world,
Than most of those her age.
If you look at the front,
Of her fluffy pink diary,
You would probably think,
That its just a little diary,
For little kids her age,
To keep their silly secrets.
But if you look inside,
You have just entered yourself,
To a whole different story.
Every page in her little diary,
Was filled with blurry ink,
And dried blood.
Her aunt and uncle,
Beat her everyday.
Because they dipise the fact,
That they have to look after her.
Though it was a long time ago,
She had still remember,
Her mother's warm hug,
Her father's kind words,
And her brother's cheerful smile.
But it was all,
A sad memory.
Her mother and father,
Had been framed for murder.
The framer was rich,
So he was able to bribe the judge,
But her parents were not,
So they were both hanged.
Leaving her and her brother,
On to the cold streets.
It was winter,
And the little girl got horribly sick,
But they did not have,
The money for a doctor,
So her brother was forced,
To steal money.
He got the little girl,
A doctor and a little pink diary,
For her battered soul.
The little girl healed,
But her brother,
Was not so fortunant,
The police arrested him for theft.
The victim,
The brother stole from,
Was a very rich man,
And sadly very heartless.
He bribed the judge,
To have the boy hanged.
Once again,
The little girl's life was torn.
A kind elderly man,
Found the little girl,
Nearly dead.
So he took her in,
And paid the police,
To find her relatives.
The relatives refused,
To look after her,
But the police forced them,
And she was beaten everyday,
By her cruel aunt and uncle.
As horrid her life is,
She had never gave a second thought,
To suicide.
In her diary,
She had always wrote,
That she wanted to become,
A lawyer,
When she is older,
To save those like her,
Bring justice to villians,
And that she will never be bribed,
Time passed,
Her beatings got worst,
But her dream and soul,
Was alive and determined,
As anyone can imagine.
One sad day,
She broke her uncle's,
Favourite vase by accidendt.
She knew the end has come,
For she has been known,
To her uncle's huge temper.
She ran to her school,
And left her diary,
Onto her teacher's desk.
Since she did not want,
Her brother's precious gift,
To be thrown away,
After she is gone.
When she got back to her house,
Hoping she still has time,
To see another minute,
Of the world.
But it was too late,
For her uncle,
Was already at the door,
With a huge club held.
He pulled her inside,
And beat the poor girl,
Till she could hardly breath,
The girl knew her time has come,
As her world blackened.
Even though her soul,
Has left her body,
Her uncle never stopped the club,
Tomorro she was found dead,
Left cold on the floor,
Covered with drying blood.
The teacher found her little diary
And passed it to the police,
Her uncle was hung for murder.
Though she has been forgotten,
By most already,
There are stories,
That children,
Who has miracally survived,
Heartlessly beatings from their parents.
Always saw a little girl,
Smiling at them,
And giving them a hand,
When they thought the end was near
Most say its their imagination,
Because they were too injured,
And the brain was giving all,
The wrong signals.
But we will never know.
I only put this here cause i thought it looked pretty! It's not my dream avatar.
Friendship sucks, huh?
Look at the hypmo thingy!! YOU ARE A CHICKEN!!!
MY COOKIE!! MINE!!!!
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