Precious

Tears where running down her face as she had lied beside her mother's face. Dried blood streaks mark as her head was bowed down. She refused to look at the man who brought her here on this very faithful day. The day she was born and cried as he shed tears of joy. 'Daddy's little girl.", was what he said when he held her in his arms. Daddy's little has her head bowed, ready for the shot that killed her mother. 'He shot her between the eyes. Why? Why? WHY?' She thought as the tears started to shed some more. She turned to look at the bullet that was now under the bed. Coated in her mother's blood. She looked up at him to see his face with blooded on it. He slapped her and told her to keep her head bowed. Her red hair fell over her eyes as she looked down and wrapped her hands around her chest. Precious was the little girl's name and she was as special as a diamond. 'Rubies and jewels are no match to you.' , he once told her. She wished he would just shoot her. Just end her life like he did to her mother. "I love you."  *POW* She didn't feel the pain anywhere until she heard something hit the floor. Her heart beat against her chest so hard it felt like it would explode. She turned around to see her daddy. "NO!" She cried when she saw the blood flow from his head. She crawled to him as the blood soaked the floor. She held his head in her lap as she cried and cried. "You should have took me, daddy. you should have took me." The blood spread onto her skirt and on her shirt. it was as if the moon and the sky had turned red as soon as she put the gun to her chest and fell. She laid between her mother and father hoping to join them again. She heard the ambulance in the the background. They carried her to the truck and put her parents in black body bags. She closes her eyes as she remembered what caused it all.

*Flashback*

"Mommy...mommy! Daddy says he wants you." She looks at her mother who was in the kitchen. Her mother smiles at her and walks out the door, looking for her father. Her father comes stumbling in the house yelling for her mother, "Mary where are you?" "Richard I am right here." He grabbed her by the wrist and slapped her. Precious cried,"Stop it. Don't hurt her." She pulls at his wrist wishing that she wouldn't have told such a lie. She never say her mother with a man in the bedroom. She just had said that to get him to pay attention to her.

She opens her eyes only to blink once and take her last breath. Her heart beats came into one more  before she closed her eyes. It started to rain on the ride to the hospital but it was as if the moon did not care. The moon shined bright as ever, through the somehow cloudless sky, as small star appeared and danced around it. It was as if her father was the sun, her mother was the moon, and she was the stars because she was as precious as they.