Aged Four

Mum got away, I don't know where. Perhaps to have a drink she always does. The bench within the park is cold and always hard. I called her name out loud, then I panicked! Verily once said of me, to he I said. You are not my mum in fear I said. Here come with me and take my hand, afraid to make him mad and so I did. He used me bad the pain, the stinging hurt. My pants he tore from me, my stinging eye's. It mattered not to him and so I cried. His two hands grew tight around my neck the lights went out. Like worthless trash he threw me out into the bushes and I was found. I don't know how this works, but I'm not an angel anymore.