Gotta get home

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It was later in the day now and I was freaking out. SHE had kept all of my old dolls, clothes, and everything just the way I left it.

"Explains why she thought I never left."

I walked up to the door and pulled it. It stayed shut. I panicked. 

"MOM the door is locked why is it locked I need to get some food MOM!" 

"Oh sweety I locked the doors and windows so you can't get out. You have some bad grades and you need to raise them before you can hang with your friends again."

"MOM can i please come out so I can give you a hug."

"A hug?"

"Yes mom a hug i missed you."

"Oh i missed you too."

I heard about twenty or so clicks until the door handle turned. I checked my back pocket for my fone and my knife. Both were still there. She walked into the room 

"Mom I'm so glad I'm home."

"I'm so glad you home too hunny."

I reached in for a hug and was squeezed to the point of not being able to breath. I reached for my back pocket and grabbed my knife. I clicked it open. 

"Mom..."

"Yes?"

"I left because you kept me against my will, you mistreated me, you called me worthless. I was and am nothing to you anymore."

"What do you mean honey?"

I slit my wrist and watched the blood flow. I let my body drop and fall to the floor. I heard my mother scream and pick up a fone and scream into it. 

"You hurt me I hurt you." i smiled. 

Then all went black. 

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