Cry No More

"Momma, where's daddy?" It's my seventh birthday, he should be here.
"I don't know, let me go find him." She walks out of my bedroom. He had had to go to the bathroom. Real quick, he'd told us. He'd been gone for fifteen minutes.
Then I heard a scream. A shriek of bone-deep terror. I quickly bolted out of bed and head toward the bathroom.
I see blood. And little chunks of what looks like brain. I look in the bathroom.
"Momma?..." I ask.
"Renee, go back to your room." She's crying, but I can hear her utter those words.
"Momma?" I ask as I walk into the bathroom.
"Renee Spree, I told you to go back into your fucking room!" I quickly run into my room. But not before I see something that will scar me for life.
My father's dead body, and the gun in his hand.
I go back to my room and lay on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I see the little glow in the dark stars that my father helped me put up when I was five, shining bright. I quickly stand on my bed and start to pick them off, throwing them on the ground. I get up and stomp on them.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. I think as I smash the stars.

Notes

Sorry for the short and disturbing chapter. They will get longer. :)