This is enough

My name is Barbara Nutskimski and I died when I was five years old. My friend and I were at a beach and we were going to buy Ice Creams for us, my nanny was sitting on the beach with her friend, we were busy building sand castles when we decided to buy ice creams for us both. My friend's name was Samantha and she's still here on earth, I didn't see her anywhere in heaven, I haven't still yet. We were standing there after we had bought the ice cream when the ice cream man said that we must come to the back of the cart, he's got a special, special ice cream treat for us that he hasn't yet shown anyone. When we got to the back of the cart, two men came with white cloths and put it over out mouths and noses before I could scream. It really smells very bad, it's like the smell goes into your entire body and puts your whole body to sleep. When I woke up again, it was dark and the place I was in smelt very bad, like alcohol and cigarettes and stale food. Then I felt something inside my body, moving up and down and up and down, it was very painful and it was the pains that woke me up and have me come round, but I was still very drowsy. I heard one man say: “Mark, be careful, she's waking up.” The man that was moving inside my body painfully, said: “Almost done.” When I started seeing what the man was doing inside me, I screamed and cried and yelled. While he was inside me, he and the other man standing in the room were watching people on T.V naked in all sorts of strange positions – it was horrible, it was really bad. All I could do was scream and cry and yell. Then the man pulled out of me – it felt like there was an entire hole in my body, both men were inside me before I woke up because Mark said to the other man: “At least she didn't wake up when I had her.” The man took a big steel pot and, lifted both his hands with the pot in the air and hit my head as hard as he could – and that's how I died. Two men raped me and then killed me by hitting my head multiple times with a steel pot. It's the worst pain ever – it felt like, for a moment before I died, all my insides were going to explode on the outside. I am in heaven. My parents still think I'm missing, but I have died – this world is horrible, this world is cruel. But we'll change it, the people in the world that dare touch children, that dare murder, that dare do such horrific acts on innocence, your days are numbered, death is the only aspect of life you don't have control over – and it's coming, trust us, it will come, because THIS IS ENOUGH! Us children have suffered enough, the world isn't doing anything about it, so we will. You will see.

http://www.this-is-enough.org/