This is what it's like to be abused. This is the story of the worst day of my life.

      The sky was gray and rain drops fell from the sky. Inside our little house a violent fight was starting. My father
sat on the little blue recliner. I sat on the stool. He asked me to move. After walking 8 miles to town and back I was
exhausted. I did not answer. He jumped from his chair and grabbed my french braid. " I SAID MOVE STUPID GIRL!!" he
yelled. He yanked the braid and I fell back onto the wood floor. "GIT UP YOU STUPID B****!!" he yelled. "I'm about to
teach you to listen when I talk to you!" He grabbed my shirt collar and yanked me up. Then he pulled out a knife. He put
a cut right under my left eye. Blood gushed like a waterfall. Then he grabbed my wrist and pulled me outside. Once we
were there he threw my to the ground. I landed on my arm and a sickening crack was heard. My arm hung limp. Then he
pulled a match from his pants. He set my beautiful long blonde braid on fire. Then he ean in the house and got my
sisters and a gun. He knew how I loved them and he knew it would kill me to see them killed. He put a gun to Mary's head
(I can't say her real name). He pulled the trigger and I saw the light leave her. Then he grabbed Ann's arm and pulled
her foward. She was in tears. He pointed the gun at her heart and she was dead too. By then I was crying like a baby
(you can't blame me, I was only 9). The cut under my eye was still gushing blood and I feared I had bled too much. He
grabbed my last sister, Britney, and aimed straight between her eyes. I can still see her big green eyes glaze over and
her body falling limp into the muddy ground. My father grabbed my broken arm and pulled me up. I screamed with pain. He
said 
"Now do you know to listen when I talk to you girl? Did that tech you, or do I need to shoot you to?" N-nnn-oooo sir." I
stuttered. I ran inside, ran to my room, and cried myself into a sleep filled with nightmares, shivers, and screams. I
can still see the look on my sisters' faces as they died. I will never forget that look.

That was the worst day of my life. If there are any other abused children on here, just leave a story or mail it to me
if you want it posted on here. I am also starting an abused child support group on here. If you would like to join, send
me a letter on here. I hope you all never live through a day like this. God Bless You All.