I opened my eyes as I heard the alarm clock ringing. It was already past seven. I took a moment to look around the room, hoping that somehow, I had been taken away from the horrible place I called home. I did not want to remain there. I was afraid of everything that was going on, but when I thought about it, I knew that I had nowhere else to go. I was stuck, and my father would never allow me leave the house all by myself. He might kill me before that happens. I was stuck, I was a prisoner at my own parents house.
I quickly freshened up for school and took my school bag. I left the room and as I stepped down the staircase, the creaking sounds it made kept me under pressure. My breath was shaking as I walked down and headed towards the basement. I constantly glanced over my shoulders to ma
