she lyes on her bed all alone,
waiting for her mom to come home,
she heres the door open and jumps up quick,
to run outta her room and she sees the dick,
she sees her mom on the floor,
she looks out the window to see blood on the car door,
she starts to cry like she always does,
but this time she knows its got to end,
she runs in the kitchen as fast as she can,
she graps a knife,
he follows he back to her room,
he cant see her,
shes under the bed,
she takes the kinfe in her hand,
she never seen what she really did tell the blood of her step dad runs on her hand,
she starts to cry as she pulls it,
what has she done,
she runs to her mom,
as she sees the blood on the floor,
she calls 911,
when they arive they look at the girl and say,
you are a real hero,
the peraminc turns to her mom and smiles
shes going to be all right.
You should call this poem hero. because the little girl becomes the heroe. and saves her moms life. and posibaly her own