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“Oh geez, what happened to you? Do you need medical treatment?” the man finally said, his voice full of concern. I couldn’t speak. I was just frozen in place. It could’ve been my chance to get away from this terrible place, but what would I say? “No, she’s fine, just a little bruised and cut. She doesn’t need any medical attention really. It’s no big deal,” my dad says in a hurry, chuckling nervously. “Just a LITTLE cut and bruised? Brian, what is the meaning of this? She obviously needs help…” the man says, but I didn’t stay to listen to everything. I ran up to my room and cried. I kept crying,

“Hey! Who do you think you are? You get back here! I’m calling the police!” I hear the entrance monitor scream. “Where is she?” screams another voice. I’m all too familiar with the second voice. Horror and dread lift every hair on my body. My stomach and heart fall to my feet. “Hey, Erren. Are you okay?” Jordan asks with concern, gently holding my shoulders as he looks into my deathly pale face. I stare back into his soft chocolate brown eyes, mute. I am not okay, everything is wrong. How could he be here? He doesn’t even know where my school is. Does he? How did he find me? Brandon Grimbilas painting

wanting to kill myself for not being able to stick up for myself. Wondering what was wrong with me, and why I was living in this world if being tortured was my only purpose. I stayed in bed and didn’t come out until the next morning for school. My father wasn’t there, but I know something bad was coming my way. I didn’t know where or when, but I knew I was going to feel his wrath soon...I know it. “RRRRRIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!!!” “C’mon. That’s the second bell, we should get going,” Jordan motions in the direction of our next class. I sigh and close my locker. My flashback from two days ago makes me question, when will this life be over? Or is this how it will be for the rest of my life. If so, then why not just end it already?

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