I Can't Take It Anymore

Can I Just Give Up

I wake up in the closet.....again. I hate waking up here, it means I won't be able to do anything, including eating food, for almost two weeks. They do at least leave me water but it normally only lasts the first week. This time I try to sip but it gets more difficult as the days progress. I swear this place will be the death of me. I go to the door and start banging hoping anyone will here and come save me.
I hear footsteps approaching and the door nob turns. I hurry and back up to the wall as I see my Dad walk in.
"You better keep the noise down in hear little bitch." He turns around and checks his surroundings "We have company."
"If I'm not out there won't they notice someone is missing?" I ask hoping.
"You're funny. You think people actually care about you... Oh how precious." I begin to cry as he raises his hand to slap me. Before I can do and thing I can feel his hand make contact with my face. I fall backwards into the wall and begin to cry. "Now that you've learned your lesson, will you be quiet?"
"Y-yes sir." I say in between crying. "What about school tomorrow?"
"I told them we are on a family vacation." He responds while closing the door. Leaving me alone once more.
I lay down on the floor and cry myself to sleep. How could I be so stupid thinking things would change.....

I wake up the smell of smoke. I look around and notice the walls around me caving in. I panic and begin to scream. I can hear voices as I fade in and out of consciousness. Before my eyes close I see a man break through the door and walk toward me. He picks me up and carries me out of the house. I black out as soon as he sets me down on the gurney.

This time I wake up thankful I'm not in the closet anymore. Then I realize I'm in a hospital. All the memories from before I passed out come back to me.
I turn my head just as a nurse walks in.
"Excuse me" I say horsily.
"Yes dear" she responds.
"Where is my family" I ask while feeling bad because I didn't ask hoping they were okay.
"I'm sorry to inform you that neither of your parents made it out but who I presume is your brother is in the room next door" she answers dreadfully.
"Thank you" I say as I let it sink in that I won't have to deal with the abuse anymore.