It was about midnight, I was walking down an old dirt road that I knew led to nowhere. My step-father and I had gotten into an argument and he ended up hitting me and was about to rape me, again. My mother came home, so he stopped, but she only made the situation worse because she was drunk, as usual.
My face was red and it was starting to bruise; she saw this and asked my father what happened, and of course he lied and said I started the whole thing as was trying to come on to him and get him to have sex with me. After my mother heard him out, she walked over to me and slapped me; I just stood there, holding my cheek, knowing that I couldn't do anything about it.
My mother stood there, looking at me with a disgusted look on her face, after a few minutes she pushed me against the wall and punched me in the stomach and my father kicked me between the legs. I fell to the floor and then my father jerked me back up, and my mother said, "You have five minutes you slutty little worthless bitch, pack all of your shit and leave, don't come back because if you do I will take pleasure in killing you."
Her words were slurred, but I still understood them perfectly enough. My father let go of me and backed away; I walked upstairs to my room and quickly dumped all of my books out of my book-bag, except for my diary/poetry book and my sketch book. I started to pull random cloths out of my closet and stuff them inside, then I put and extra pair of shoes on top and zipped it up; I then grabbed my iPod and cell phone and both of their chargers and put them in a separate pouch, along with some of my make up and drawing materials.
After that I knew at least three or four minutes had passed, I didn't want to go back downstairs and have to face my 'parents', so I opened my window and threw my bag out of it; then I climbed out of the window and down a tree that was near it. When I was on the ground I quickly grabbed my book bag and started running before my parents had a chance to see me, once I was out of sight I slowed to a walk.
I walked for a while and soon just started walking down a random road, I didn't know where I was going because it was too dark outside to really see anything, because there was no moon out, plus the road was surrounded by tree so I probably wouldn't of been able to see anything if it was out. I had a feeling that someone was following me, but I just tried to shrug it off at first, but eventually the feeling got the best of me and I kept looking back every few minutes; and though every time I looked back I saw no one, the feeling wouldn't go away.
I started walking a little bit faster, hoping that I would find an old abandon house that I could spend the night in soon. After a few more minutes the feeling got more intense and I felt that someone was right behind me, I slowly and sacredly turned around, only to see nothing. I whispered to myself, "I overreact to much, I need to sleep..."
As I was about to turn back around, someone grabbed me and held me tightly to them so I couldn't move. They said, "I'll make sure that you sleep tight, good night my dear.." I was beyond scared and before I could comprehend what they meant I felt a needle prick my neck; I almost instantly fell asleep as the poison from it entered my blood stream.
~*~
I woke up in an unfamiliar room; the plain walls were a dark grey color, there was one window that had white curtains over it, and I could tell that there were also metal rods over it, there three doors, one which led to a closet, the other to a bathroom and the last outside of the room, other than that there were a few plants that added color to the room, there was also a bed, which I was lying on, that had black sheets, and beside it was a black nightstand and across the room was a matching dresser. I sat up on the bed, noticing that I was in the same cloths as before.
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