The saddest thing I have ever read…

Danni Spencer. Age 16.

Catey Spencer. Age 12.

They look like average, happy sisters living an average, happy life, don’t they. Well, you are sadly mistaken. Below is their story. Pass it on.

She stood at the window, watching the raindrops slide down the window pane. She had been standing there for over an hour now. Staring. Why cant we just go back to normal? She thought, tracing the outline of a ladybug crawling on the outside. Downstairs, she could here the thrashing sounds of her father throwing her 12 year old sister against the wall. She had missed their fathers time limit of doing the dishes by only 5 minutes, but had to endure pain she didn’t deserve.

“Daddy, stop it!”

She heard her sister shout, followed by the sound of her fathers fist, and a yelp of pain. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t take it. No one would be able to take it. That was why her mother had abandoned them, leaving the two sisters behind to suffer with their horrible father.

“I told you not to be late!” her father shouted. “I told you you’d get it if you were late!”

More thumping of her fathers fist against her sisters body echoed up the old staircase. Then, silence; the only sound being the muffled sobs of her sister.

“Now get your ass upstairs. And get your sister down here.” her father barked at her.

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

Another yelp of pain echoed as her father kicked her in the side.

“Did I say you could talk?” he screamed.

Silence, followed by footsteps slowly coming up the stairs.

“D-Danni. Daddy wants you.”

Danni walked to her little sister, leaning down at her level.

“It’ll be over soon, Catey.” she told her, hugging her sister.

The girl walked down the stairs, and found herself staring into her fathers eyes. She had never seen him this drunk. He could barely stand, and his eyes were beyond bloodshot. There was no need for him to talk. She could smell the liquor on his breath before he even opened his mouth. He took a drag of his cigarette, and set it in the ashtray.

“Father, may I speak?” she asked.

Her father staggered toward her. Danni stepped backward a few steps. He nodded.

“You’re our father!” she shouted at him. “Why do you do this to us?!”

Suddenly, Danni was on her stomach. She hadn’t even seen her father bring his hand up. Her face stung, and blood poured out of her mouth.

“Shut up!” her father shouted back at her. “You’re nothing but a child that needs discipline!”

“Child?!” Danni screamed. “I’m 16!”

Another blow to the back of her head made her nauseous and dizzy.

“You watch your mouth, Danielle Elizabeth! Or you’ll make me really mad.”

Danni stared at her father. She could feel her eye bruising.

“Well?” her father asked, more calmly than before. “Why are you just sitting there? Get upstairs now and go to bed! And no more back talk or you’ll get it worse next time.”

Danni slowly stood. The pain in her ribs made her lungs burn. Catey stood at the top of the steps. Danni didn’t acknowledge her. She simply walked past her into the tiny room in the attic that they shared.
She sat on her dusty bed. Tears slowly running down her face. She knew she had to stay silent. If their father heard her crying, she knew that he would come up and knock her around a few more times, as he had done times before when he had caught one of them crying. Catey sat next to her.

“When are we going to do it?” she asked.

Danni wiped the tears from her face, careful not to press too hard on her newly blackened eye.

“Tonight. After dad either goes to bed or off to a bar. Then well do it.”

That night, at 1 in the morning, they heard their father mumbling to himself. They both stood from their beds, and walked to the tiny window, watching their father drive recklessly down the long driveway, and turn onto the turnpike. They watched a few more minutes, just in case he decided to come back. When he didn’t, Danni walked to the side of the room and pulled the cord on the ceiling. Light filled the room. She sighed, turning toward Catey.

“Ok. Get dressed.”

Catey and Danni dressed separately. Catey in a crimson red skirt and black t-shirt. Danni in a black floor-length gown that had belonged to her mother. She had gone through her closet after she had left, before her father got to it. She had carefully loosened a floorboard one night when their father was out at a bar, and carefully slipped it in. They both walked downstairs to the wall facing the front door, where they knew their father would come in, sober after a long hangover at his girlfriends house. He’d see that they were gone. Gone.

“Are you ready? You got the note?” Danni asked her sister.

Catey nodded.

“Ok.” Danni said.

She handed Catey the gun, keeping the other one for herself.

Catey took Dannis hand in hers. Danni looked down at Catey. Catey looked at her.

“Is it really over?” Catey asked, bringing the gun to her temple.

Danni smiled and nodded, tears flowing from her eyes as she imitated her sisters actions.

“Its really over.”

2 gunshots were heard seconds after. The neighbors called the police after hearing the shots. The police entered the room, to find Catey and Danni laying on the ground. Dead. Still holding each others hands. They found their suicide note. It read:

‘Goodbye, Dad. When you go to Hell, tell Mom we said Hi. Danni and Catey.’

THIS IS THE TRUE STORY OF DANIELLE ELIZABETH AND CATHERINE JENNIFER SPENCER. ABUSE CAUSED THEM TO COMMIT SUICIDE. NO CHILD DESERVES TO BE BEATEN AS BADLY AS CATEY AND DANNI WERE BEATEN. NOW YOU HAVE TWO CHOICES. YOU CAN 1.) PASS THIS ON TO OTHER PEOPLE, AND TRY TO END CHILD ABUSE. OR 2.) YOU CAN DELETE THIS AND PRETEND IT DIDNT TOUCH YOUR HEART.