*Unfinished
I couldn't believe it. She had just gone over board. So many things my mother does to me could be considered that, but now, my hair.. the long waves had been chopped off to settle around my shoulders, and in choppy clumps that had been cut while I was asleep no less.
I wanted to scream but I knew that doing so would only give her satisfaction. She's cruel like that.
I took a deep breath and gazed around my room. No where to escape.. not since the bars went up on my window in an attempt to keep my locked up and safe from being the neighborhood whore. I'd not talked to a guy, much less done anything to be considered a whore.
Another sweep of my room, this time my eyes caught on the attic door. Normally I wouldn't think about it. Normally the thought of spiders and creepy things were enough to keep me from even touching the door. But not today. Today I am desperate for some sort of escape, and while I know the attic has an ending, I'm convinced that maybe I'll be able to hide away long enough for her to think I might have run away... okay maybe not that long. But getting a moment of quiet, security, and just being alone might help.
I sucked in a breath and pulled off the cover of the attack, replacing it only when I had crawled inside. I was left alone in the darkness, I hope, and so I turned my back to my room and started crawling through the attic. It started to get colder and colder as I crawled along, and I started to get confused, wondering where it ended.
Soon enough I was crawling in snow, and my shoulders were brushing against low hanging tree branches. I tried to process it, but before I could so much as stop and attempt to sit up, I slipped, and began tumbling down a small slope until I came to a rest under a single lamp post.
