The year was 1923 it was December only a couple weeks from Christmas. A little girl of six was crouched down in the corner. A man standing over her with a leather strap in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. You damn stupid girl he shouted at her. Cant you do anything right?? YOu know my supper is to be on the table a 6 O'clock sharp! She raised her hands to cover her head as the leather strap came down on her. She would have cried but she was used to the stap and also knew if she cried the beating would be worse. All she could do was sit there and hope it would e over soon.
Her mother sat at the other end of the room expressionless and unmoving.
Her mother had gone through a bad time with postpartum depression when Daisy had been born and it seemed that as time went on it became worse and worse. She had become a manic deppresive. She couldnt go out of the house, couldnt do house work and most of the time she couldnt even talk. So all the household duties fell to Daisy.
Daisy had no toys, she was told she was to old for toys now and that she needed to act grown up now. All she had was her Teddy bear wich she called Mr. Bear.
BUt this year she knew would be diffrent because she wrote to Santa and asked him to bring her a doll. A doll that she was sure he would bring her. she hid the letter carefully and planned to leave it out on Christmas eve where Santa was sure to see it.

Christmas eve was drawing closer and closer. Daisy tried hard to clean the house spick and span so that Santa would see she was good and bring her the doll she wanted. Her father woldnt allow a Christmas tree in the house. Trees belong outside he would say not in the damn house.
When the day finaly arrived Daisy did her best not to make her father mad or get in his way. She straightend the house, made dinner, fed her mother and then washed and put away the dishes. Of course her father griped at her the whole time. "Your doing this wrong your doing that wrong your to slow" She did her best to make her Daddy happy, but nothing she did was ever good enough for him. He blamed her mothers illness on her. If it wernt for you he would say your mother would be fine. Do you see what you have done to her? He would grab her cheeks in his hand roughly and yank her head around to wherever her mother was sitting.
It was almost time for Daisy to go to bed so she knew she had to set out the letter for Santa she also knew she had to put it where Daddy wouldnt find it. Daisy grabed the letter and tiptoed into the family room. Her mother was sitting on the sofa but Daisy knew her mother hardley ever knew what was going on so she didnt worry about her. But she had to hurry before Daddy came back in the room. She climbed ontop of a chair to reach the top of the big oak china cabnet that Daddy has made for Momma. Her fingers touched something cold and hard. she reached for it and pulled it down to see what it was. She heard Daddys footsteps and jumped down into the shair as quick as she could and put the gun behind her back stuffing it into the coushins of the chair, knowing Daddy would get real mad if he caught her with it. She was so worried about the gun that she forgot the letter in her other hand.
Daddy stumbled into the room and by the time she realised she was still holding the letter it was to late. He was infront of her and grabed it from her hand. He read it and broke out into laughter stumbling backwards. Santa Clause?? He laughed even harder. What have I told you about faery tales and happy endings?? They dont exist!! Even if there were a Santa Clause he sure as hell wouldnt come see you! With that she felt the back of his hand against her cheek knocking her to the floor. She put her hand to her mouth and felt the blood from her lip wich had been split by the force of the blow. She then spit a tooth out into her hand. Her father laughed I expect now youll be writting to the toothfaery?
It was that moment that something deep inside of the girl snapped.

((wishes he could travel back in time and give you the teddy bear, from the anime sin, the one that is a demon and kills all those cops. That should take care of your dad

((whooooo hooooo kill him kill him now

((holy shit Dais, yer kinda freakin me out here.........

((Holy shit.. that makes me ill... almost... KILL HIM KILL HIM KILL HIM

Daisys eyes lost all expresion as if there was nothing there nothing left inside of her. She stood up and looked at her father. Im sorry Daddy she said in almost a robotic tone, I wont be bad no more. she then moved over to the chair and sat down. Her father raised his bottle to his lips, as he did this Daisy reached behind herself and down into the coushins of the chair and felt for the gun. Daisy was in a word of her own, her father rambled on something about " if it wernt for you I wouldnt have to drink all the damn time". Daisy now with the gun in hand stood up a few feet infront of her father. Damn no good Bitc...... his sentence cut off abruptly as he saw Daisy standing there pointing the gun directly at him. He started at her and out of fear for her own life, her littlr hands squeezed the trigger with all her might. The force knocking Daisy backwards and to the floor. She scrambled to her feet expecting her father to still be coming at her. When she stood she saw him. He was on the floor laying in a pool of blood, a hole in his head.

Daisy then. gun still in hand, turned to her Mother who was still sitting on the sofa. Daisys voice was void of all emotion as she spoke to her. You are worse than Daddy , Momma. You sit there and see everything but do nothing.Not because you cant, but because you wont. I know your secret Momma. You sit there all still and quiet so Daddy wont get mad at you. If you dont do or say anything you cant do it wrong and make him mad. So you sit there. A tear fell from her mothers eye as she turned her head away from Daisy. But the tear didnt phase Daisy at all, she was to far gone. She raised the gun and pointed it at her Mother and once again squeezed the trigger. She was so close to her mother that the blood splattered onto her.Her arms dropped to her sides. She knelt down by her father and placed the gun in his hand and wrapped his fingers around it. She then went to the couch and sat next to her mother. She grabbed her mother pulling her head onto her lap and sat there rocking back and forth. A blood curdling scream escaped from Daisys lips, It was the last sound she uttered for a long time.

((OMG...youve sent me a copy of this before but damn if it doesnt sound so much better now...hehe...what did i tell ya hun :smile: ))

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A neighbor or passerby must have heard the shots and alerted the authotaties. When they arrived Daisy was still on the couch with her mothers head on her lap rocking back and forth staring off into space. THey began asking her questions but to n oavail she continued to stare with a far off look in her eye.
The Police saw the sceene in the home and the young child and concluded that the man must have shot his wife then turned the gun on himself. There was no way a child could have done this.
Daisys next of kin was contacted so they could come and get her and care for her. They refused after hearing the details. They were afraid the illness that caused her father to do this would be passed to Daisy since she was already practicaly catatonic. She became a ward of the state.
It was determind that she should be placed in a special hospital for observation. She was placed in the Chicago State mental facility.

Young Daisy was led down the white sanatized hall of the hospital to a small room. Inside the room was a bed a chair and a desk. The orderly who showed her to her room tried as best as he could to explain the rules and regulations so that the child could understand them. He explained to her that since she was under observation she wouldnt be allowed to leave her room for some time. Wich meant she couldnt join any of the other patients who got to walk the halls, watch TV, visit the recreation room or anything else. daisy was basicaly moved from her home prison to this new prison. The orderly then placed a box of crayons and a pad of drawing paper on the desk and left the room locking the door behind him.
Daisy walked slowly over to the desk to examine the crayons. She opened the box and took out the purple one. she then took the box and the pad over to her bed and put them under her matress to hide them so they wouldnt be taken away from her like everything else had always been.

Her first night there the nightshift orderly came into her room to talk to her and try to help her settle in and get comfortable. He brought with him a book a small tray and a lollypop. When he entered her room Daisy was sitting on the bed still holding the purple crayon. He pulled the chair over by her bed and spoke to her in a quiet soothing voice. He introduced himself as Bubba and told her he would be the one to watch over her during the night shift hours. He reached to the small tray and handed Daisy a pill and a glass of water. To help you sleep he said. She put the pill in her mouth and swallowed it with a sip of the water and handed the cup back. Bubba smiled and then handed her the lollypop wich would soon become a nightly ritual between the two of them.
He tucked herinto her bed pulling the covers up to her chim then sat back and opened the book. He began reading to her from a big thick book of Faerytales. Daisy listened intently to every word he read. She had never heard a Faerytale, much less ever had one read to her. That night, for the first time ever, she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

((yeaaa a smile :grin:

really sweety story :grin: ;)