Evelyn is a resilient and determined young woman who has been in an out of care since she was eight years old. She has faced numerous challenges throughout her life. Despite her difficult past, she has been given a unique opportunity to start anew...
Song ~ Daylight ~ David Kushner Tw ~ Mentions of rape & abuse
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I frantically rummage through my room, tossing papers and clothes aside in a desperate search. "Where is it? Where is it?" I mutter under my breath, my voice trembling with fear. My heart pounds in my chest, and my hands shake as I overturn drawers and scatter their contents across the floor. I don't have much time left; I can feel the pressure mounting with every passing second.
Tears well up in my eyes as I tear through my belongings, my panic growing more intense. "I can't find it! I can't fucking find it!" I cry out, my voice cracking. I know I have to leave soon, but the thought of leaving without that picture is unbearable. It's the only thing that matters right now, and the fear of getting caught only makes me more frantic. "Oh my god, I'm going to have a panic attack if I don't find that fucking picture soon," I whisper to myself, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I'm going to cry i'm going to fucking cry."
I can't find it anywhere, I CANT FUCKING FIND IT.
I'm going to fucking lose it. And the whole dam world is going to know about it.
Where did I put that bloody picture.
Wait, I think it's in my coat pocket. Oh shit it's down stairs with the evilmonster.
I kneel down on the floor propping my back against the side of my bed. With my head in my hands while I try to think of what i'm going to do.
The evil monster is Brad. Brad is my alcoholic, abusive foster father and he hatesme. He makes me do all these chores around the house. He always takes his anger out on me. He thinks he can just use me whenever he pleases and I can't stand it anymore. I'm so done with his fucking shit! I stared acting out and coming back to the house late to show him I didn't give to flying fucks. But it only made him more angry. So, he would beat me even more than he used to.
I need to leave now. Before I end up killing him and myself. It's a risky job but if I worked it out correctly right now he should be chilling in the living room with a beer pressed into his hand while eating his supper. And if my memory is correct he would normally be on his 8th drink by now and he'll soon fall asleep on the sofa while is eyes are glued the screen.
He does this every single night. It's the only time I'm able to freely move around the house. Some nights I try to sneak out at this time to be with my friends for an hour or two. But tonight i'll be sneaking out but I will not be coming back.
I have been planing this escape for the past two years. Tonight has to be successful i can't afford to get caught. I have tried many different ways and many times to escape but I normally get caught but not tonight. Tonight i'm leaving town and i'll never be coming back to this shit of a home.
But, I can't leave without my precious picture.
"You looking for this you spoiled little girl?" A voice calls out from the dark of the hallway. I know that there is only one person that voice could belong to.
