Rosies POV
So my name is Rosie. Let me tell you some things about my self and my past. Well, I'm at eight grade right now, I am raised by my father and, hmm, oh yes, I am badly abused by my father all the time.
It hasn't been always like this, everything was fine when my mother was still with us. Or so I thought. It all started when I was eight. I came home one day from school where I was bullied. I wasn't in the greatest mood, and it only felt worse I mean much more worse when I saw my own mother, lying dead on the floor in our living room. I quickly ran beside her. She had been bleeding very much. Then I heard a voice and turned around. I couln't believe what I saw. It was my father, and he had a gun in his hand. He just stared at me and my mom. Next he took a rag and cleaned the gun. He shoved me away from my mom. And he placed the gun in her hand. I was just so puzzled. I didn't quite know what had happened. But I wasn't stupid either. I knew my mother was dead, and that it was because of my father. Right after my father had put the gun in my mom's hands, he pushed me to the wall and said that if I'd tell about this to anyone, I'd regret it. He had that cold stare in his eyes, so I knew it meant something horrifying. At some point, the police came at our house. My father as the clever person he was, pretended to be the victim who had just lost his wife to suicide. And I just stood there. I didn't talk at all that day. I was just so shocked. I just stood there in the living room and at some point went to my room to just stare at the ceiling. I didn't know what to do. All night the only question in my mind was "Why?". Why, why and why. Why did my mom die? Why did my dad kill her? Why was my dad suddenly so scary? Why didn't I notice earlier what kind of a man my father really was? Why didn't I do anything? "Why?"
