Nine years ago

I cowered at a corner.

Scared.

Unhappy.

I clutched my teddybear close to my chest.

My small cheeks are stained with tears.

My hair and ears were pulled mercilessly.

I heared yells of anger and contempt.

Blood slowly drips from my ears.

More tears stain my innocent face.

That was nine years ago.

But the memories flooded back inside my head.

My pleas of mercy rang on my ears.

Deep inside I am still the small girl who was desperate.

Desperate for mercy.

Desperate for love.

I could hear my three year old self screaming,

Screaming so loudly in order for everyone to hear.

Save me! Save me!