She sat on the bed with a blade to her wrist.

It was held in the same hand that held the pen that had just written “You could have stopped this.”

It had been 10 years since she had last seen her father; he left when she was four.

She was surprised when she had seen him walk through the door.

Her mom had to remind her that he was her dad.

Followed quickly by a long rehearsed story; a grown man crying...the sight was so sad.

The sad story and the tears; her mom believed him...he had her by the tail.

But as for convincing his daughter? That was a fail.

Something about this guy just didn't seem right.

But totally disregarding what her daughter said...she let him stay the night.

One night turned to three and three nights turned to a week.

Mom had never seen the signs; their daughter was what he seeked.

One night when the girl had almost fallen asleep.

He had started to get down to business; he had started to creep

When he walked into her room, she already knew who it was...but she decided not to scream.

She already had her mind set that it was all a dream.

He whispered to her “Shh! Mom doesn't need to know.”

His mind was already set...it was too late to say no...

As she sat up he realized he had been caught with his pants down.

That's when she tried to scream, but she was terrified...she couldn't make a sound.

That was it...she could do nothing; he was too strong...he had had his way.

All she was thinking was “If only Mom had listened to what I had to say.”

She told her mother what had happened to her the next day.

“Shut Up! Get Away! I don't believe you!” was her reply to what her daughter had to say.

The daughter shouted back “You'll regret it mom! Trust me you will!”

Her mom while holding back tears said “I told you to leave! Why are you here still?”

The girl sat on her bed with a blade to her wrist.

It was held in the same hand that held the pen that had just written “You could have stopped this.”

A few minutes later, her mom went to her daughter's room to see how she was doing...only to see the lifeless body lying in the pool of blood on the bed.

Immediately she had remembered the last words her daughter had said.

She called the ambulance reporting two suicides.

She said a mother and her daughter had just died.

The mother sat on the bed with a blade to her wrist.

It was held in the same hand that had held the pen that had just written “I could have stopped this.”