The Little Girl

The Stones

No-one talked at all for the rest of the day. After her dad had taken all the knives in the house and put them on the top shelf she sped off to her room and cried herself to sleep. The next morning her dad brought her some bandages and breakfast in bed. "So let me see that arm eh," he asked, holding back tears. "Ahh, that looks bad. But its fine don't worry darling I will fix it. However, for now, I think you should stay inside and don't worry I'll tell school your ill."
Somehow the only word she could manage to speak out was a tiny "thanks." After her dad had wrapped her arm and had left she started to eat. She could only choke down a few mouth fulls and soon her dad came back up but she was asleep so he wrote a note saying how much he loves her, took the tray to the kitchen and left for work.

She soon woke up and read the note left for her. A tear rolled down her cheek as her eyes looked at each word and sentence. "I love you too dad," she whispered, crying now. Quickly, she wiped the tears away and went next door. Everything was peaceful and calm when a few knocks rapped on her door as her father always said, "Never open the door when your home alone." So she didn't.

A few minutes went by with nothing but then out of nowhere she heard a crash upstairs like a window had been shattered or something. She couldn't just ignore this so she, struggling, pulled herself up the stairs. She was about halfway up when...

...CRASH!! A big rock came smashing through the stairs window! It cannoned into the stairs right below where she was laying. Narrowly missing death she quickly clawed her way up to safety but before she could get to the top another rock ploughed into the stairs...

...She laid there in agony. Screaming. No-one was there to help. Everyone hated her why should they help. They were the ones who did this to her. The Villigers.