The Moon Walkers

For ten years of my life, I have been locked down here in this musty basement. I can't remember who I used to be, my name, where I came from, my parents, do I even have a family? I used to fight in the beginning, scream at him to take me back, scream my name at him when he called me "Rose," but that's what I call myself now. Rose, because when I would kick and scream, he would do worse, much worse. Werewolves are meant to be guardians, protectors. They're meant to be kind. They live in peaceful packs helping each other; the alphas protect their pack ruthlessly. When I was eight years old, I was taken during a fight in my pack. By the Alpha of the Night hound pack, the only information he would let me hold onto. I don't know his name if I ask a question about him, his pack, why he took me, my past, and my name. He breaks my bones, cuts me, and forces me into a cage. I'm a werewolf, so my bones heal perfectly, but he makes sure the cuts are deep, so I scar. I haven't been outside for ten years, I have tried to end it myself, but he won't let me. The first time he found me bleeding out, he helped me heal and practically baby-proofed my pathetic excuse of a room. I am let out to the bathroom three times a day, three small portions of food a day. Everything is monitored except for two hours between 5 and 7 am. He is not in the house. I've tested this before, screamed, and banged on the walls. He isn't here usual; if I make any sounds, he would be down here kicking me till I pass out. I stole a spoon a year ago from one of my meals only thing he gave me to eat with the goddess was on my side that day. I have been slowly sharpening it to a good pick at one and a more jagged end on the other. I am turning eighteen in two days, and I will gain my wolf; I have a nagging feeling that I have to leave; otherwise, I will be dead; I've survived this long, and I will not give up now will experience life. Looking around my tiny room, I've started hoarding the things I want to take with me by putting them under my sheets, mostly granola bars, a bar of soap, a toothbrush, and some spare clothes. It took a whole year to collect everything; lying to him that I lost the toothbrush and needed new clothes was the worst; he came in after and punched me so hard I vomited blood for an hour. Looking at the time, it's 5 am. I slowly started to crawl to the door; I banged my fist on it once, then again harder. No noise. He left. Quickly running to my bed, I stuck my hand into my pillow to pull out my makeshift lock pick and shank. The lock on the door was simple; nothing else was on the door to keep me locked it just this one keyhole. "Come on, you've got this" I took the pointed end of the spoon and stuck it into the lock, and started playing around with it pushing it up down sideways while pulling the handle up and down. It's been thirty minutes; come on, this has to work! After another twenty minutes of struggling, I finally heard the click. The door was open. That only leaves me with an hour that's not enough time. Okay, tomorrow, I will do it faster and go; today, I will look around and find the best route to leave.   Slowly I opened the door and looked left and right. Usually, when he takes me to the bathroom, we turn right, and it's a dead-end, just the bathroom. Going left down the corridor, I hit a set of stairs, cement good I can creep up without being heard. I hit another door s**t I hope it isn't locked; praying to the goddess, I pulled the handle down and heard a click yes, thank you, Selene. Slowly opening the door, I looked left and right again. In front of me, there is a small room with an armchair and a TV to the right, a door. To the left of me is a kitchen. I slowly crept to the door, past the armchair. I tried the handle, but no luck; the door is locked, crap. I made my way towards the kitchen; there's one big window above the sink; reaching over the sink, I pulled the handle up and pushed; yes, the window isn't locked. Looking at the clock above the stove, it's 6.20am. s**t, I need to go back, but first, I need to see if he has any food. I opened all of the cupboards and found some more granola bars making sure nothing was out of place; I ran back down into my room and hid the granola bars. Tomorrow I will finally leave. I will be free.