My story

It's the weekend and I'm creeping with some friends. When it hits 7 o'clock my fun has to always end. I must come home before father gets home. Usually when he's home I wish that I was alone. I can't call 911 because he won't let me get the phone. I hide from my father in the closet hoping he doesn't hear my cries. I knew him for 9 years and I'm still very shy. My mother left and I never got to say goodbye. I tell God to send her my messages and hope that she replies. I always dream of running away to never come back because my life is loveless and full of heart attacks. My father is gone. I'm not surprised. Today is the day I say goodbye. I packed my bags and cleaned up my place. I want to leave before he comes again and hit my face. I found a pen and wrote a letter to tell him how I feel. I'm leaving this place and don't you try to find me, where ever I am going it is far from this field. “Father, I'm gone now don't worry about me anymore....” Tears filled my eyes, I couldn't finish the letter so I scurried out of the door.