Little Girl Lost(michelle) I look in the mirror and all I see is a little girl down on her knees beggin the lord to help her. I'm scared and confused. My name is Anastasia and I'm 8 years old. My mother died of cancer when I was 5 years old. I miss her dearly I can't really remember much about her. But I can remember her beautiful face and precious smile. She would always make me laugh and feel safe. I thought I was a good girl, at least that's what my mama always told me. She said I was very smart and beautiful and a good girl. I believed her. I looked up to her. My daddy on the other hand is different. He never thinks I'm good. He punishes me a lot. sometimes I don't understand why. Why he does those sick twisted things to me. He use to be so kind to me when mama was alive. After she passed he turned and got angry. I guess he blames me for her death. When he does those things to me he tells me that I remind him so much of her. If I struggle to get away from him he'll beat me till I bleed and he'll softly whisper in my ear "your mama will be disappointed in you if you don't listen to your daddy" so I listen to him just so mama won't be mad. I eventually stop struggling to get away. After he has his way with me he drags me to the bathroom and makes me take a bath. This happens every night. I sit in the bathtub and cry. I feel so disgusted and hurt. My body aches from head to toe, especially my private parts. After I get out of the tub I get dressed and go to my room. Later daddy comes in and apologizes to me. He said he never wants to hurt me and he's sorry. I hear the same words every night so I know they're not true. I'm scared to sleep. I'm scared of daddy and what he does to me. I know sometimes he decides to touch me more than once. Hell come in my room at night and the horror happens all over again. The chills run down my body just thinking about it. My life is surrounded in fear. I eventually dose off. The next morning I wake up with relief that daddy didn't come in my room lastnight.

Time to go to school. My teachers and friends are really nice. Nobody knows my secret. It hurts me a lot cause the rest of the kids in my class are always happy. Not me, I can't be happy, not when I live with a monster. My favorite teacher is mrs smith, she always made sure I was ok. I'm safe when I'm with her. I want to tell her my secret but daddy will hurt me even more. Mama will be mad at me.

I'm home now and daddy isn't off work yet. I go to my room and do my homework. 15 minutes later I hear the door shut. Daddys home. I listen to the footsteps as they walk towards my room. I squint my eyes and start praying to god to help me. Drips of sweat fall off my face. My door slowly opens and daddy walks in. "Come eat" he says and walks out of my room. I started to breathe calmly but not normal cause I know it's coming soon. I get up and go to the kitchen. Daddy brought pizza home. I get a plate and get a slice I sit calmly in the chair and eat. Moments later I feel a hand on my shoulder I look up and daddys smiling down at me. He begins rubbing his hands all over my body. I shut my eyes in terror. He grabs me by the arm and yanks me so hard out of my chair I fall into a glass vase. I'm in trouble now. I broke the glass vase and my forehead is bleeding. Daddy pulls me up and smacks me. Than he grabs me by my hair and pulls me to the bedroom and throws me on the bed. He tells me to get naked. Uncomfortabley, I do so. Daddy smiles. A cold hungry nasty smile. He begins to have his way with me. I'm a broken little girl that feels unwanted and used. I'm never going to feel the love that I felt when mama was alive. I want him to stop. I don't like this way that daddy calls love. I want to run away and break free of him. I'm so alone and I'm full of pain.

I need somebody to help me. I have to tell somebody that will keep me safe. Mrs smith. I will her tell and she will help me. The next day I walk into the classroom and ask mrs smith to step out in the hall with me. I told her everything. I even showed her my bruises and scars. The next thing I know the children services and police are there. They take me to the hospital and do exams on me. The police was asking questions and I told them everything. Nothing but the truth. Mrs smith was by my side the whole time. They took my daddy to jail. For the first time in 3 years i actually felt like alot of weight was lifted off my shoulders. I felt free and my world wasn't black anymore. They called it rape. They said my daddy got sick after mama died. I won't be seeing daddy for a long time.

Mrs smith came walking towards me after she got done talking to the police. She looked at me and smiled and said "don't worry sweetie, your dad can't hurt you anymore. you're safe now I promise." I smiled like I haven't smiled in a long time and I knew I was going to be safe and away from that monster forever.

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