My Name is Amie

The account of an abused 6 year old....

Hi! My name is Amie. I am 6 years old, but in a few days, I’m going to be 7. I love chocolates and sweets, and everything sugary, because they make my tongue feel nice and tingly. I like balloons too, but I don’t eat them! I just like to look at them, because they are all colourful and pretty. I also liked my stuffed bear, Caramel, he’s a very good friend to me, and is all soft and cuddly. But, I’m not a good girl, I never brush my teeth, and always forget to do my homework; I eat too many sweets and don’t finish the vegetables mommy gives me; I often drop thing and spill my milk too, so I am a very bad girl. Mommy says that because I’m a bad girl, daddy went away. So mommy got very sad and angry. Mommy is a nice lady, and I made her sad, so I am a bad girl. That’s why I never complain when mommy punishes me, because I am a bad girl, and I deserve it. Though mommy hits me a lot, I never cry, because it is my fault mommy is now sad, and people who make others sad are bad people, who should be punished.

One day I was very bad. I don’t know what I did that was so bad, but that’s probably because I am a horrible little girl. I couldn’t sleep so I went and told mommy, that I couldn’t sleep. She was sitting at the dining table, drinking a strange drink that looked like apple juice, but smells different and much worse. Mommy’s eyes go all fuzzy and red when she drinks it too, and she looks really scary.

She told me to go away and go back to sleep. But I couldn’t sleep, so I asked her to sing me a lullaby like daddy used to. But I shouldn’t have bothered mommy. It was not a nice thing to do, because she got very upset, and started yelling. She told me to get out and get daddy back, but I didn’t know how, so I stood and looked at mommy, not sure what to say. That got mommy angrier, and she started slapping me again. But I didn’t run, because I had been an awful little girl. Then she slapped her hands on my shoulders and started shaking me, and told me that I’m a monster that should not exist. Sometimes I too think that if I did not exist, mommy wouldn’t be sad anymore and would smile again, but mommy didn’t look sad today, she was scary looking.  She stopped for a second, then put my neck in her hand and squeezed really tight. I couldn’t breathe. I tried saying, “Mommy, I can’t breathe!” but I couldn’t speak either. My sight went all bleary and my head began feeling heavy. I didn’t feel at all well. My body felt strange because I couldn’t move anymore, and I became very afraid. So I shut my eyes and everything went dark.

I couldn’t open my eyes again. The last thing I heard was mommy screaming “Amie! Amie!”


Hi! My name is Amie and I am 6 years old. I love chocolates and sweets and all things sugary. I also love toys, colors and clouds; rainbows, and butterflies . I was going to be 7 in a few days, but now I never will be, because, my mommy killed me.



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