Note: This originally was posted in Short Scary Stories, but I was told it had a better home here. Hope it fits.
I loved Mother. Mother was beautiful and soft and she understood me. Always.
Father never understood me. He was Large and mean and smelled sharp and stale.
He could make things fly across the room when he was Angry.
He hurt Mother. He made her cry and when I yelled at him to stop he would lift me high into the air, making the room shake around me.
One day, Father came home angry. But this time he brought a storm with him.
At least that's what I thought it was. He raised his hands to mother and thunder and lightning shot from something he held in his hands.
She never got up.
Daddy looked over at me.
"I hate you!" I screamed, " Leave and never come back!"
I don't know if he understood, but he ran away and I never saw him again.
I screamed for hours for help, but no one came.
Finally, a lot of people came, with a lot of noise.
I screamed when they took me away, I tried to tell them what I saw.
But no one understood me.
They took me here to be with all the others that have no family.
Every night we cry our stories but no one ever understands.
Where are you going? Don't leave! I'm lonely! I'm scared!
PLEASE! NO ONE SPEAKS BABY!