"she didn't know what happened; she was just so young."
a spanish song transformed into a one shot.
credit to aventura
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[COMPLETED DEC 30, 2015]
❗️spanish version - @amandaperez380❗️
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little girl ∞ la niña
the small girl rests deeply, seems only a fire or a gun shot can wake her. her dainty body laid limp against the soft pink cushioning that her mommy bought her last christmas. her lips were slightly gape as she breaths soft and calm puffs of air.
so innocent, she was barely nine years of age. and maybe tomorrow she'll understand that there was a stranger in her bed, who touched her body with malice. so young, she does not understand that there are people in this world that only dare to do evil.
"and who the hell was it?"
a heartless bastard.
"tell me how he got in."
maybe they forgot to lock the door, all the parents know was that he did the damage and disappeared.
the next day an officer questioned the parents and asked them what it was that had happened. the mother suffered quietly, afraid her precious daughter would notice and the father sat thoughtfully throughout the whole investigation, comforting the mother.
there was no trace of the one who had violated. the little girl cried and cried, she imagines that while asleep yesterday something bad had taken place. she sees blood on her clothes and police in her room. the tension in the air made it hard to breath. she doesn't remember last night, her mind blocking the memory so horrific that had everyone looking at her with pity.
how is it possible that someone can do harm to such an angel of god? the child was nine years of age and a lowlife had taken advantage of her.
how the kid cried.
months had passed and the girl had her trauma. it has become hard to sleep. life has not been fun for her, she no longer plays; her dolls covered in dust. rarely anyone witnesses her laugh. on nights of martyrdom, she has nightmares of the past that she just can't seem to forget.
it is already three in the morning and the girl in tears finally sleeps. the heartless bastard returns the same night.
"but how did he yet again enter?"
you cannot imagine how he managed to get in. there was never an open door.
this time, the girl awoke and with confusing laced in her voice she asked, "what are you doing, daddy?"
