My daughter's friend

A Poem by Sabrina Rauch

He plays with her and tells her things. Bad things

She made a new friend. Lilly plays with him all the time and refuses to play with other kids. I asked why and this was her answer. "Because I don't wanna have others deaths on me mommy. He kills whoever I play with and that's why daddy isn't with us anymore." Shocked I asked more about her friend. Her father had died a month earlier from a car crash. She said he stays in her closet and has very sharp fingers. His blank face keeps her from knowing if he is angry or not. He wheres a black suit and has tentacles that he uses to kill others. She might as well have been describing a very bad nightmare to which I asked why she plays with him. This was her answer. "Because he said that he will kill mommy and take me away if I don't." She was silent for a few moments until the look of terror flashed across her face. The words "Uh oh" escaped her mouth as she ran down the hallway to her room. I ran after her scared because she has never had that look before. I slammed open her door to see a tall figure wearing a black suit holding her right hand. In the other she had a brown teddy bear I had never seen before. Another person stood in the room. All I saw was black hair as they were faced away from me. I felt pain through my lower abdomen. I looked down to see a black tentacle had pierced my stomach. I saw Lilly let go of the man's hand and runs towards me. Her screams sounded distant as I fell to the floor. The other man had turned and I could see a pale face with slices into the cheeks. Her held a knife up to the light and it glistened. With all the strength I could muster up I slowly stood up and held my stomach. The man in the black suit held my daughter up in the air as she screamed. She kept thrashing around but it was like nothing to him. I slowly walked towards him, leaning up against the wall. My baby girl reached out to me and I reached for her hand. I felt her little hand against mine as I fell to the ground. I lifted my head just a bit and watched them take my girl away. Nothing is left for me in this world and I just wanna die now. My soulmate is gone and my little girl is gone.

Years later I am still alive writing this. He is waiting for me right now. His blank face staring at me as I write goodbye to everyone who was kind enough to read my story. His patience wearing thin as I smile. Hopefully I will see my family again.