Note that this is just a poem and NONE of the characters are REAL.
The Story Of Tommy.
A little boy sat in his room Hiding from the monster that lurked in the living room Hushed arguments that they thought he couldn't hear Smells of stale cigaretts and old beer Floated back to his room A muffled scream, the sound of a smack, The thuck of a body against dry wall Echoed throughout the house Terror could be seen on the little boy's face And all over his body "Next he'll come for me." A single thought was all he had time to think before The crash of the bedroom door And pain exploded in his head Everything went black He didn't feel the last blow that his Father gave him Before he was dead.
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