The little dead boy

"My name is Ricky, I'm only three, I day I regret is behind me. My mother had just come home late drunk, she had an odd odor, an odor that stunk. I asked "Mommy, please may I watch some TV?", "Beat it!" she said as she whacked me. My arm felt numb, painful and bruised, it's like I was in a game I was bound to lose. She's been doing this, doing this for a while, I can't even remember when I last saw her smile. My dad left the house one day a long time ago, now mommy's turned to bad with a crooked ego. I sit on the couch and she walks in the broom, angrily she looks at me then she whacks me with a broom. She hit me really hard, right over the head, I just laid on the carpet and I bled and I bled. I thought I might wake but sadly I did not, my mother was the devil with her temper hot. My spirit sat there waiting, waiting for karma, I still don't know what I ever did, I didn't want to harm her! But then the police came in, the bashed right through the door, they walked into the living room and gasped at what they saw. My bloody body, covered in bruises and scars, they took mommy away in a noisy police car. My name is Ricky, I was only 3, Thursday was the day my mother murdered me." Goth, emo. Flower lovers, etc. HannahJuly. xoxo.

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