Louis Tomlinson- Trapped

I wake up.. Feeling well.. Just hopeless as usual. Depressed me.. Parents fight over and over about custody.. As if I can't hear them. And the sad part is, I don't know who's defending me anymore. I used to think it was my mother but the things she would say got worse and worse. "George she's mine, I can handle her unlike you. " to " She's psychotic. I can't keep her. She has no life TAKE HER! " I find it astounding how the people who " love and care for you the most " hardly notice your existence.

They tell me how I'm hopeless in life. A person like me could never amount to being anything important. Perhaps I was just the extra soul in the house that was forgotten. Or maybe not as complex. I was another mouth to feed. I started to believe what they would say.. There was no escaping it. This tragedy I call life.. Unless I end it.

I've been planning what I call the "escape plan" for quite a long time. Nothing could help me now. I'm in a dark place with nobody to turn to. I have nobody.. Today I get my pay check for babysitting. With that I will buy rope, bleach pen and paper. But the hard part.. Is leaving in the first place.

I walk downstairs in the middle of their argument and scram toward the door. As I turn the knob I hear my mom. " Maricia! March your ass back in this living room. ". I turn the knob as fast as I can. Keys in my hand I run to dads car, get in and drive away. I don't plan on coming back..

I arrive at Hellen's house and can already hear the screaching voices of her dreadful children. I ring the door bell, " Hello, I'm here to collect my pay. " Yes of course. Here's 50 dollars cash. " I don't know why she seemed so happy.. I mean, I would be terrified if my kids acted like hers. Even after babysitting them for an hour or so I go home and rip my hair out.

" Bye Hellen! Hope to see you soon. " I say that meaning the exact opposite. And knowing ill never see the light of another day I said It anyways. Happy to get out I open my door and speed of into the distance. I can't handle this. I need release. Approaching Walmart, I see a very suspicious man.. Walking with hid hood up.. This is a very safe neighbourhood ad we need to keep it that way..

" Sir I don't know who you are. But you need to leave. This neighbourhood isn't for creepy perverts! " " We'll actually I'm not a creepy pervert. And I am from around here.. Please keep your voice down. The last thing I want is to be noticed " Could it be? Louis!? My friend from when I was in ninth grade?? What am I to say!? " Louis?. It's me.. Marcia.. Come with me ill keep you safe ". We go into Walmart and head for the rope section. " Marcia.. Why do you need rope? " " father needs it for work in the garage. " I run to the bleach aisle. " Marcia.. Why, bleach? " " Stain remover.. " The last things I need are pen and paper.. He says nothing but i bet he's thinking a whole lot.