The Girl and Her Teddy Bear

The little girl cries, alone in her room, holding her teddy bear as the dread sets and looms. Crying and shaking, scared to sleep at night, tired of the struggles, tired of the fight. With her mom gone all night, and her dad drunk all day, aching to tell but at what price must she pay? Needing a friend, someone to tell her secrets, someone to pick up all the broken pieces. To walk to school with, to complain when boys are yucky, but no one like her could ever be that lucky. As the tears fill her eyes, and the snot in her nose, her door opens slowly, and the moment there just froze. tiptoeing so quietly, into her room, fear starts to spread swept like a broom. He fondle her blankets, stops at her waist, she is kicking and screaming for that shell get a taste. The man be becomes when he doesn't get his way, she is bleeding so now she must lay. When all is done and finished, she cries on her bed, reliving the nothing that is all left unsaid. Closing her eyes, she hears him downstairs, as she squeezes her teddy out flow the tears. Eying the window perched on the wall, she pictures her life and lets herself fall.