I still remained focused on finding the stupid escape route. I looked and looked and looked. Where the hell is this damn thing!? I searched through every inch of the cement room but came up with nothing.
No exit.....
No way to escape.....
No freedom.....
Why oh why oh why????
I thought this was my chance at being free from everything. Especially my father. A time to start over and begin a new. To move on with My mom and perhaps even Kaleb if he didn't hate me now. I put him through so much shit.
Why can't I just get out of this mess?
Nothing ever goes in my favor...
I walked over to the nearest corner, sitting down with my head buried in my lap. I was about ready to give up. I have no faith in being able to get away from this crap.
Tears began flowing steadily from my eyes as I watched Kaleb and my mom search and search every speck of the room. They couldn't find the exit either.
I stood back up walking around looking all over the floor to see if maybe there might be clue to where I might find the escape door.
I walked through every inch of the floor until i came across a old dirty rug. I lifted the rug up and I saw a lock. Grabbing the closest thing around me I began beating the lock trying to unlock the floor door. I managed to beat the lock off. Opening the door and looking down the floor door I scream, "I found the exit guys!! I found it !!"
Kaleb and my mom both come running toward me in excitement. We look at each other smiling. I began climbing into the floor door trying to hurry so that my mom and Kaleb could follow behind me. I climb all the way inside the door until I reached the ground. I stood there waiting for my mom and Kaleb to get inside too. Once they had gotten fully inside I pulled the door shut.
We looked around to try and see where we were. To see if there was another door that led to the outside of this place.
I noticed a door in the far left corner of the room. I motion Kaleb and my mom to follow me. We all made our way to the door...
This is it!!!!
This is my freedom!!!!
Our freedom!!!!
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Short StoryDear Diary, Every morning I wake up wishing I could be some where else. Why do I have to get put through this? I'm tired of getting beaten and abused by my god awful mother and father. The sound of the belt slamming down on my bare skin... the feeli...