Looking at the night sky I see something others might not. Hope is what they call it. I have dreams; bad ones, ones they call nightmares. Thoughts run through my head, all day and night. Is God real? Will he be in my dreams tonight? Will he come to my room? Is there hope? I live your worst nightmare. Every day is a nightmare. The starry night is my one friend, it never leaves me. The starry night gives me hope though. As I lay behind the cold bars, the stars seem to speak to me. The whole Milky Way for that matter. The absorption of light that the stars beam on to me makes me feel purposeful. I don't know why though, there's nothing for me. Hope? Just a word to keep me from wanting to killing myself every now and then. I walk over to what I like to call my 'kitchen' and see whats possible to eat. Nothing really as the same as always, a tray filled with his sloppy seconds. Not very good for my 17 yr old nutrition. As I tip-toe to bed, I hear him. Stomping with his combat boots, ripping through all the curtains with a force so strong I could feel it. He was angry. At what, me, no it couldn't be, I'm fine, he loves me. Right?
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The Kidnapper
Teen FictionHe is cold, she is kind, but what are they combined?Deep down he is something else,but he needs someone to brake the wall.
