I scream for help but no sirens are around. I cry because I am tired of holding back my pain. If I told momma what he does to me, he said that he’d beat me for talking about it. Or he’d make me seem like I’m lying. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m in a bad place both physically and mentally.  I’m addicted to drugs. Momma warned me about drugs in baggies sold on the street but never ones with teeth and a heartbeat. I believe that my father should be behind bars, but I see the potential he has. He is a good man. I believe in him, I believe in him. I wonder if momma notices that I’m not the same. She’s very distant and I don’t know why. Does she see that my heart is aching? Does she realize that I’m only 13 years old and I need my mother? I need her comfort. I need rescuing. I need someone.