Forget

Escape

Escape

I laid in the dark on my hardwood floor thinking of what occurred just hours ago. I remembered all the feelings, the pain as he lifted his hand and hit me. I begged him to stop, to take pity on me, but he was relentless, out to kill. As he let out his rage onto me I screamed, I knew my mother could hear me. As he was hitting me I asked why she didn't respond to when I screamed for her help. I came to no conclusion. After my father let out all his rage onto me, he gave me one last kick to the ribcage and went to bed, leaving me on the living room floor, where I stayed for a long while

My parents would be asleep by now so I had the whole house to myself, minus my parent's bedroom. I look at the ceiling as I try to mentally heal myself, but I know only the physical scars will go away, the mental scars will haunt me forever. After more time on the floor I finally get up, feeling the pain of the cuts and bruises all over my body. I stand up, the room spinning. Just then I realized how long I had been laying there.

I walked down my corridor, making sure not to wake my father, and enter the bathroom. I lock the door as soon as I am inside and observe how bad I look in the mirror. It was worse then I thought, I had bruises all over my face, where he punched me, and cuts all over my arms. My hair was matted from when he pulled it, and my makeup runny from my tears. I lift up my shirt to observe the other damages. As I look at my stomach I see various shades of blue, yellow, and purple where my ribcage is located. I feel the tender skin, just a gentle touch causing pain. I turn around, and arch my neck to observe my back side. One gash led from my inner arm down my side to my bladder. It stooped bleeding and I can see the blood stains on the shirt. This was one of the worst beatings I had ever received.

After observing myself I turn the knob on the sink to cold, letting the freezing water sooth my hands. I cup some water and splash it all over me. I sighed in relief.

When I'm finished I leave my bathroom and head to my bedroom, where I will get about two hours of sleep before I have to awake for school. Unlike most teenagers, I love school. Not because I like the work, but because it's the only place I feel safe. Other than that, school kind of sucks. I don't have much friends, except for one, Sophia. She is my world, the only person I care about and the only person that cares about me.

Sophia and I met in seventh grade and have been friends up until now, about three years. We bonded immediately when we were paired up for a project. I think we became such good friends because we both had so much baggage. You see, when Sophia was only 8 she was molested by the next door neighbour. This scarred her enough, but now she had to deal with abuse from her father just like me. We talk a lot about the nights the abuse happens, both of us start to cry and we hold each other until we feel better.

I look out my window before I head to bed. I see the streetlights shine a dim orange, staining the pavement. It's a dead silent night, but then again, what night isn't silent at 4 in the morning? I open my window and let the cool breeze hit my face. If my father ever found out that I was doing this, I'd get another beating, so I hd to be quiet about it.

Once I shut my window, I stripped down into my underwear. Usually, I would wear pyjamas, but it was mid summer and extremely hot outside so I decided to sleep in my bra and panties.

As I slip under my covers, i grab a teddy bear Sophia made for me in seventh grade, I look at it, some ports wrinkled, an eye popped out. I noticed one arm ripped off from when my father found it and got outraged at me for having it. He said I was too old for teddybears and through it away. I later ran out and grabbed the teddybear from the trash and brought it back with me, but I never did find the ripped off arm.

When I was about to shut my lamp off and call it a day, I get the strangest idea in my head. I thought that if I left, right now I would have a better life on the other side. No more beatings, no more abuse. Yeah, I could go with Sophia and find a new world, safe from harm. But how would I get out? My window, yeah. This could work. 

As I thought of my plan, my adrenaline started to build. I hopped from my bed, through on some clothes, grabbed my backpack and dumped my books onto the bed. I went to my door and slowly opened my door and sneaked down the hallway. I got into my kitchen, opened the cabinet, and grabbed all the dry food I could find. I walked back into my room and grabbed my wallet. I surveyed it, there was only twenty-four dollars. I grabbed my piggy-bank. I had been saving it since I was five and it had a decent ten bucks in it. After that I grabbed my laptop and cellphone before heading to my window.

Ok, I thought. Let's do this. I opened my window and hopped onto the ledge. I looked back at my room when I spotted my teddybear sitting on my pillow. It could of been my imagination, but I swear it had an expression as if to say "Don't leave me, bring me with you." I hopped off the ledge and grabbed my teddybear, stuffing him in my backpack. 

I was about to go out my window again when I realized how far up I was from the concrete. I needed to put something together to get down safely. I ultimately decided to rap some of my blankets together and propel down. It worked in the movies, why wouldn't it work here, right?

As I tied the first few blankets together I heard the sound of a car wheel screeching long the road. Right after, I heard my parent's door open followed by some sort of grunting; it was my father! I had no time to tie anymore blankets and this contraption wouldn't even propel me half way. I decided I would have to free fall. I quickly hopped onto the ledge and looked down, it was so high up. I contemplated if this was a good idea or not. I figured it was better to break my leg then to stay in this hellhole. And with that jumped out of my window. I wouldn't be seeing this place for a long time.

You know, it would of been better for me if I predicted my fall instead off just jumping out of my window. On my way down I felt the wind in my long brown hair. I shut my eyes while I fell until I realized how stupid that was. I quickly opened my eyes as I hit my tarp covering my trailer with a smack. I quickly rolled off it and almost fell off before I hooked my fingers onto the bar.

As I dangled off of my tarp I struggled not to fall. I tried to pull myself up but couldn't. Suddenly, I heard my front door open and my father step outside to observe the screeching noise. I immediately tensed. I held my breath so my father wouldn't notice me, then again, he wasn't wearing his glasses so his vision wasn't very clear.

I hung there for about ten minutes until my father finally went back into the house. That problem was fixed but I was still hanging fifteen feet in the air. I could feel my hands starting to slip. I started to panic, which didn't help. I finally found the strength to get one leg onto the tarp and eventually got the other up too. 

I sat down on the tarp, panting. I thought of how I would get off this thing. My father would be leaving for work in about an hour. I noticed a barrel on the other side of the tarp full of ripped paper. It was my recycling bin. It would be a perfect landing pad.

I stood up and carefully walked over to the edge of the tarp and prepared to jump into the bin. I counted inside my head. 1, 2, 3! I leapt off the tarp and landed with a thud into the bin. I was unharmed, though the landing didn't help heal nay of my existing bruises.

I hopped up from the blue bin and wiped off paper that was sticking to my jacket. As I stood there and collected myself I turned around and took a final look at my house. As my eyes drifted to my big living room window I saw something that scared the life out of me; it was my father looking straight at me. I could see the fury in his eyes and I knew he wanted to beat me until I couldn't move. 

Suddenly, he quickly moved away from the window; he was heading for the front door to get me! I quickly grabbed my backpack and ran down the street, heading for Sophia's house.