LETICIA WRIGHT

She is a beautiful young girl, smiling, vivacious and happy, the kind of child a mother and father would be proud of, with her whole life ahead of her, a life which should have been filled with love, happiness and joy.

But Leticia Wright is dead, the last weeks of her short life filled, not with love and happiness, but with beatings, abuse, agony and torture at the hands of two evil people to whom the term "human" can never be applied! (Leticia Wright)

The details of Letitia Wright's last agonised weeks of her life, before she finally died, were revealed to Bradford Crown Court where her mother, Sharon Wright, 23, and her boyfriend Peter Seaton, 22, are standing trial accused of her murder.

Leticia Wright was covered in bruises from head to toe, and had been burned by cigarettes, which had been held against her young flesh for at least ten seconds each time - her hair had been torn out in clumps - she had bruises on top of bruises - her scalp was covered in oozing, infected sores - she had swelling and bleeding to her bowel and pancreas which would have caused her pain until her death - she had been "branded" by a lighter - her blood was found throughout the house, even on a pair of "furry handcuffs" - her left eye was blackened and closed - and she finally died from kicks and punches to her stomach and skull which turned her head into a "boggy mass"!

Leticia Wright had been allowed no friends, was not sent to school, apart from a single week to appease Social Services, who visited just once and then closed the book on her, sealing her fate, had no medical help and did not even have any toys.

Her only known pleasure was standing in front of the closed curtain of her bedroom window in what a neighbour described as "a vigil," looking out, waving and smiling at neighbours and passers-by.

For Leticia Wright, a beautiful young girl with all her life in front of her, the only thing left in the last few pain filled weeks of that life was a closed window in a bedroom where all she had to hope for was that once in a while, a stranger would look up and smile and wave to her, a brief moment when she could smile and wave back at them, and perhaps, for just one moment, feel that someone, somewhere, just out reach, actually loved her.

R.I.P Leticia Wright - you deserved so much more.