A/N: Okay this is another story I am starting because I had a great idea... I know this chapter is really shory, but it's really just to let you know what the story is about. This story's characters are really OOC so please remember that while reading. If you like where the story is going, let me know. The sooner I know if people like it, the sooner I will post the first chapter.

My name is Misty
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have
Made my Daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly
Then maybe my Mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks are not home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound,
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says it's my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!" I scream
But it's now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor
My name is Misty
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
(Poem by Misty Ramsey)

A mistake. That's what I am. I have been told that all my life. I don't know what I did wrong, but there is no way to fix it. I am a bad girl and I am nothing more than a mistake. A mistake because I was a girl and because I was the youngest. Two things I couldn't control made me the mistake that I am. When I was younger my mother told me that she loved me and that I was a gift. She no longer loves me. I used to think it was because my dad didn't love me, but it's because I am a mistake. My dad has never loved me. Even my own brothers avoid me. They avoid me out of fear more than hate. I do my best to not be a mistake. I use my manners and I do well in school. I do so good that I moved up a year. I'm still a mistake.

A/N: Okay now review and let me know what you think. If you want me to contiune, or are simply curious let me know. Hey even if you don't like where its going let me know!