I have bin here for 7 days, 7 long days. I keep telling my self I had to do what ever it would take to get out, killing him was my way of getting out., I had to do it to save my self. It is so cold out I am in nothing but a men's t-shirt that goes to my knees, my whole body hurts my wrists are bleeding but I have to keep going. I keep to the ditches so noone sees me, every time I see lights I throw my self down hoping and praying it's not them.
I don't understand they wanted to know about my dad stuff I didn't know. after what felt like hours of running and hiding I come across a small cabin there is no lights on but I have to try. I start banging on the door yelling help me. an old gentleman opens the door with a shotgun in his hand, he flips on the light and sees me " please help me" he helps me inside and runs to call 911, his wife Comes to my side " sweety who did this to you?" but the only thing I can think of is calling my dad, I need my dad. she hands me her cell and when picks up I don't remember much after that just him showing up and then it all goes black.