I had grown up with a terrible lifestyle, constantly suffering beatings from my father, after my mother had sadly passed away when I was just 6. My life had been torture, but it got even worse when I was told the horrible story of my mothers' death by my grandparents. "There's something that you need to know" they told me. My father had told me various things like, "you were a mistake" and "your mother and I never wanted you". I always knew that she had given birth to me when she was just 16, and that my mothers parents weren't too happy about it, but I didn't think that my life would have ended up like this. My dad has said and done some horrible things to me, things that most people would never in a million years do to their kids, things that most people wouldn't even believe. He sometimes locks me in my bedroom and tells me that I wouldn't be allowed to go out or even eat for days.
Sometimes I would wonder, would I be like this all my life, would my father keep me hostage in my room forever or possibly even starve me to death. One day, I woke up and thought, there must be a way to stop this and expose my father for everything he has done to me. So before I went to school the next morning, I packed my bag full of all my clothes and things I needed, then told my dad was setting off for school. I never came back. I never went school again either.
It's not like I was missing out on anything at school, I didn't really have any friends, and no one talked to me that much, everyone was too busy going off in their little groups and not paying any attention to anyone else in the while school. Unfortunately, I was never included in any of these stupid little groups. None if the girls at my school thought I was pretty enough, smart enough or just average enough to hang out with any of them.
It was hard to take in that I would probably never see my father again, I still loved him, even after everything that had happened. I wasn't sure where I should go after school that day, should I have gone to my grandparents house, the nearest foster home, or should I just stay at the local park and wait for something to happen. Well first I could rule out my grandparents house, I love them and I know they would listen to me and understand me, but the first thing they would do is send me straight back to my father, and I didn't want to go back there for a long time, possibly forever.
After school I walked to the train station to go to London to a foster centre. When I got on the train I felt so alone. Everyone was either on the phone or talking to their friends and I was sat in the middle of the loud train. All alone.
When it was finally my time to get off the train, I pushed and shoved my way through the people
