...Child Abuse...
Tears keep coming. I can't help it. My body is bruised and sore. Pus is coming out of my ear from the blow Father gave me. All I wanted was food. Instead I got another beating. My stomach rumbles.
I huddle in the corner. The attic is really cold, but I have to survive. My siblings can't live without me. My heart yearns for them. I have to be strong. I am all that they have. I curl up and try to sleep. I can't. The pain is unbearable, but I am used to it.
I feel weak. I close my eyes and think about the happier days. Then slowly I fall asleep. Dreaming about a better place.
By: Vinnie
By: Vinnie
Hi there Vinnie,
ReplyDeleteWow this is an amazing piece of writing you have written.I rally like the vocab you used,it touches the heart.
From Krisana(:
Thank You...
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Heyy Vinnie,
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh! I love your piece of writing. It's really powerful and I liked the description and vocab :). The picture adds a really nice touch to your sad but awesome writing. Good work!
From Jessica
That is a good peas of writing from kurtis
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