My name is Dan,
I'm 4 years old,
my younger brother was killed last night,
my mother and father are alcoholics,
they hit me and beat me,
they beat me so bad you cant look upon my hideous face,
i have a stuffed bunny named booboo,
my mother would use it for a voodoo Doll,
she would rip it head of it,
i cried and begged her to stop,
but she would just hit me with poll,
one day my father was so drunk that he grabbed my brother by his hair,
she scream loudly,
he was only 1 years old,
mother didn't want it any more so they suffocated it with a pillow,
i cried all night long,
my mother herd me praying to god for help,
she went into the room and beat me so hard with the medal poll,
everything she would hit me i would hug booboo tidier,
i told my mom i loved her and she said "you have no love" then hit me one last time,
i lay there on the flood notable to move,
an few Minuit's later i hugged and kissed booboo then said goodbye,
i took one last deep breath then died,
the police saw me and took me to the barely grounds wear they were going to bury me.
my Friends and family were crying.
Raven my baby sitter said his last words" i had good times with you, u were a good brave kid,
you held on tight,
you may have died a horrible death but at less he died with his buddy in his arms"
