I sat there, staring at a blank wall. Thinking about what my future will be like, after I could leave that hell hole some people call home. I listened to all the yells and moans outside of my door. I tried blocking the noise out by listening to music. It never worked, the screams were too loud. I could finally leave in 9 days, on my 18th birthday. I had a diary hidden in the back of a painting. I didn't have a phone to talk to anyone then. It was just me and my pencil. I wrote everything in that diary: what I ate, how long I slept, when ever I cut myself. I wrote how my father beat all of us, James, Ellie, and my twin Elena. We all fell asleep crying in pain every night, which lead to us getting beat all over again. My mom was never around, she died a year after Ellie was born, about 7 years ago.
1 week later
I was sobbing in fear that my father would force me into staying here. He yelled and smacked me for almost 3 hours. My birthday was in 2 days and then I was going to move out. I had no idea where I was going to go. I thought that I was going to have to live on the streets. When you lived on the streets of London, you probably wouldn't ever live in a home again. But I was young, I was a hard worker, I was determined to make a good life for myself, and eventually get James and Ellie of that home. Elena was the luckier one of us twins. She never had trouble making friends like I did. She was the nice one with no imperfections. Elena had friends to stay with when she left, I did not.
The day I finally got out had come and I felt so free. Free from all the pain, the pain of feeling alone. I was now old enough to go to a bar and buy drinks. So that was the first thing I did. I ordered a beer and sat there at the counter watching and the drunk women grind up against the guys. I then turned my head to the door and in walked a red-headed man with tattoos up and down his arms. He walked up to the counter and ordered drinks for him and the other guy he was with. He was two seats away from me and I just stared at him. After he got his drink he looked at me and he smiled. He said "Hello there, I'm Ed." He stuck his hand out for a handshake and I just looked at him mesmerized by his sky blue eyes. I softly smiled and grabbed his hand a shook it. "I'm Savannah"
"Hi nice to meet you, Savannah" he looked at me completely ignoring his friend. He looked at all the scars and bruises on my arms and legs. Ed got up out of his seat and walked over to me and sat next to me and ordered me another drink, although I wasn't finished with my first. We talked for hours, I told him things that I probably shouldn't of at the time. He offered me a place to stay that night.
