I sat in my bedroom alone, staring at the space on the wall my window used to be. I look down at my arms, scars covering them just about everywhere they could be, it still stung to touch. I look down, my knees curled to my chest. I think of the days when I didn’t have this pain. The days when my dad wouldn’t punch, kick, and whip me. The days when my brother was allowed to play and actually be in the same room as me. The days when my mom was alive. My mom was shot, in the park when she was on a walk with my dad; me and my brother were at home, playing. I remember those days when I was allowed to see him. A tear rolls down my cheek, remembering the memories when I used to play with him. Although I couldn’t see him a lot, I loved him and he loved me. I remember when I said my good bye to my mom before she was gone for the last time, a hug, a kiss on the cheek, a “Good bye mommy. I love you.” A “Be safe, I love you sweetie.” Another tear rolled down my cheek, I wish I could have seen her and told her more before she left us. I remember the last time I said goodbye to her when she in the casket, she looked beautiful dressed in her favorite satin dress and her charm bracelet on her wrist. Flowers surrounding her. Another tear streams down my cheek. I remember the days when my dad was kind and nice. I remember the days when he was happy, and not abusive, drunk, and taking drugs all the time. But those days are gone. They are long, LONG gone. I look down again as another tear streams down my face. My phone buzzes, my eyes instantly locked on it and I picked it up. I open the message and it was from my brother, “I am coming to your room, I need to talk to you. I think I finally got a way out of here.” He texts. “Okay.’ I say and the door knob turns, as my eyes lock on who is standing there.
“Hey.” He whispers, shutting the door quietly so it wouldn’t make a noise. It was my brother. “Hi.” I whisper and he sits on my bed. “Okay. So I got a way to get you out of here.” He whispers, we have to be quiet or my dad will find out and kill us, maybe literally. We have been trying to get out of here since two years ago. I nod, wait what did he mean by saying “you”? Did he mean just me? “Okay so, you are going to stay in here, I am going to distract him. When I hit the wall, you run, and run as fast as you can downstairs and unlock the door with this spare key. You run to the gas station, go in the mini-mart and my friend from school will be there to pick you up and you can live at his flat for awhile.” He whispers. “B-but what about you?” I stutter. “I will find my way out of here.” He whispers, handing me the spare key, I hold it in my hands. “But I don’t want you to be here alone.” I whisper. “I promise, I will be fine.” He whispers. He stands up almost walking out but turning around to see the worry in my eyes. He comes up to me and gives me a hug and a small brotherly kiss on my forehead. “Don’t worry. Love you.” He whispers and wipes away the tear that was rolling down my cheek with his thumb. He exits the room. “Hey dad! I have to show you something!” He yells as a signal for me to start packing up my stuff. I run to my closet packing three outfits and my angel ornament, it was my moms; I took it before my dad could see it a long time ago. I stuffed it in the bag and decided to put my hair in a side braid. My mom always used to do that to my hair. I hear a loud bang on the wall and I run downstairs and down the hall and unlock the door with my key. I shove in my pocket. I was finally out. I was finally free. I finally got a new start.
I run out of the parking lot, and jump over the gate and run down the block, finally out of my dangerous neighborhood. I run for two more blocks, getting to the gas station. I run past the cars and workers getting gas, straight into the mini –mart. I breathe heavily, catching my breath and letting it go. I look around realizing I have no idea who is Kendal’s friend from school. When suddenly someone tapped my shoulder. My whole body shivered as my eyes filled with fear, was it my dad? I gulped down the lump in my throat and turned around to see a man, he looked about 19, his hair curly, his eyes a shade of sparkly green I enjoyed. “Hey are you- woah.” He says looking into my eyes. My eyes are a golden/ light brown color. I got them from my mom; only three other people in the world have my eye color, that’s probably why he said that. I stay quiet and scared; I still didn’t know who this guy was. “Um sorry, your eyes are really pretty.” He says and I blush but it turns to fear again, I wanted to say “Who the hell are you?” But no, that wouldn’t be polite and I am not one to be mean. “Oh are you Kendall’s sister? He told me she would be here about now.” He says. “Um yeah.” I say. “Okay lets go.” He says and I follow him to his car. “Here let me take that for you.” He says reaching out for my bag. “Thank you, but I got it.” I say and I swing the bag behind me. “Okay.” He says confused and he opens the door for me and I climb in. I set my bag on my lap and buckled up as he got in on his side and started to turn on the car.
