dannykjackson
"OW!" Sarah screamed. "What the hell was that for?"
The bitch turned around and said.
"Because I wanted to".
Bang. Bang. Bang.
I could hear it from upstairs.
I was scared.
I was only 7.
I knew what was happening.
Scream.
There it was.
The proof.
It was out there.
I couldn't stop it.
I know I should have tried.
Now my sister has been raped by my dad...
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
Harry came toward me with his glowing white mane.
He was hungry.
Food.
Yes.
Food.
It was a success.
They are voices.
They are calling.
They want us.
They want revenge.
They know who we are.
They know what we will be.
They won't win.
They never win.
We win.
It's ours.
Game over.
Rabbit heart we Raise it up.
We break down the barriers.
They know we're coming.
They know we're ready.
Is it the fight they want?
Or is it the victory?
We know what we want
and that's their souls.
The trees,
they haunt me,
the voices,
they haunt me,
that man,
he haunts me.
He always has,
He always will,
Why? You ask,
because he's the man who raped me.
I was just a little boy then,
now I'm scared to be around men...
That little baby, she was so precious, so cute. She knew what to do. She knew what to say. I bent over, and what did she do? She kissed me on my cheek, how precious. How beautiful, she was taught well.
writing since 2010 · 7 entries · 7 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means DannyJay showed up.
2longest streak
7days written
3.1entries / week
the words DannyJay reaches for
winstompbangprecioushauntvoicesrapednowscaredfoodbabycutebentkissedcheekbeautiful