Its been three weeks. Still not a word to my gran. I miss my old home and my old life. Sometimes I feel like I'm the one in prison. My gran says she's having friends come over. I don't say anything I just walk to my room. Sometimes she will come up and check on me. I'm normally just sitting on my bed. She will ask if I want to come down. I just sit there. When she left I called my dad. He was happy to hear from me. Then I had dinner and went to my room. But a couple seconds later I hear my gran screaming. I run down the stairs to the living room. She isn't there she wasn't anywhere.
