Marina I 20 I Sydney
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High School graduate for now. Born and raised in Greece but currently living in Australia. I love to read fanfictions and most of the times (it depends on the mood) I like to review. I've tried to write myself a few times but I descovered that i'm not very good at it. That doesn't mean I'll stop trying.
Απόφοιτος Λυκείου προς το παρόν. Γεννήθηκα και μεγάλωσα στην Ελλάδα αλλά τώρα ζω στην Αυστραλία. Λατρεύω να διαβάζω βιβλία και φανφικτιον. Τις περισσότερες φορές αφήνω και από ένα σχόλιο σε κάθε κεφάλαιο. Έχω δοκιμάσει στο παρελθόν να γράψω και γω αλλά η δική μου πένα μάλλον είναι προβληματική. :D Αυτό δεν σημαίνει ότι δεν θα προσπαθήσω να την επισκευάσω!
My name is May. I am but three. My eyes are swollen, I cannot see. I must be stupid. I must be bad, what else could have made my daddy so mad? I wish I were better. I wish I weren't ugly. Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all. I can't do a wrong or else I'm locked up all the day long. When I awake I'm all alone. The house is dark. My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, so maybe I'll get just one whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound! I just heard a car. My daddy is back, from Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse, my name he calls. I press myself against the wall. I try and hide from his evil eyes. I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping. He shouts ugly words, he says its my fault that he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me. And yells at me more, I finally get free and I run for the door. He's already locked it and I start to bawl, he takes me and throws me against the hard wall. I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken. And my daddy continues with more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream.
But its now much too late. His face has been twisted. Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain. Again and again. Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops and heads for the door, while I lay there motionless sprawled on the floor.
My name is May and I am but three. Tonight, my daddy… murdered me.
Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!
updated: 13/02/2012