Once I entered my small damp room and through my book bag onto my small un made bed and limped towards the cream coloured dresser in the far left corner. I opened one of the drawers and picked out a black t-shirt, black jeans and I dark blue sweater. I took the outfit and made my way towards the bathroom, which is attached to my room. I turn on the shower and striped myself of my dirty blood covered clothes. I entered the shower and warm water washed over me. The water washed away the blood that was on my skin from when my mother decided to abuse me. I looked at my arms and torso to see all the dark purple and blue bruises that were left on my skin. I sighed. Why was I the one who got this shitty life? I started washing my hair. I need to leave before my mom wakes up. I started washing my body. I could always go to the police about her. I turned off the warm water and covered myself with a white towel. Where will I go? My relatives are all in London. I dressed myself into fresh clothes and walk out the bathroom door. I'll just run, and where ever I end up is where I'm staying. I dumped all the stuff out of my bag and put clean clothes, a knife, money, some energy bars, and water in the bag. I zipped it up and quietly exited my room and went up the stairs.
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Teen Fictionthis is a story of a 16 year old girl named troy crane, and her battle to get out of the strange sad little town she grew up in. will troy get some help with her escape or will she have to go alone? will she make it out of the town alive? please r...
