The eye through the hole

Chapter 1

Have you ever had the feeling that you're never alone? Always being watched? Well I certainly have, but I don't just think I'm being watched, I know I'm being watched!

I can feel his presence all around me. He watches me as I sleep, through the hole in the roof. I know he wants me back. He wants me to go back with him to that hell hole I had to once call home, but I won't!

It was eight months ago and I was still living with him in a house on the outskirts of Texas. It was a dump. The roof was caving in, the walls were moulded and the floor was burnt to a crisp from a fire that he started. I hated living there but not because of the broken down house, oh no. You see I can live without the luxuries of a nice house. I hated living there because of him...

He loved beating anything he could get his hands on wether it was the cat, dog... me! He would chain me to the bed and tape my mouth shut so that no one could hear my screams of agony when the pain begun. He would take a knife and start cutting things into my flesh. His favorite thing to cut onto me was his name. He would then take burning coles from the fire place and let it seer through my skin.

After a while I realized that crying only made it worse so I stopped.

I got next to no food but what I got was definitely not edible. I would get the scraps of his rotten, moulded food if I was lucky and even then it would be no more than the size of a few peas.

The escape wasn't easy but I did it. One day when he wasn't looking I stole the keys from his belt buckle. I still don't know how he didn't notice that the keys were missing. Sometimes I think he wanted me to escape. But why? There is no logical explanation for it. But then again there's also no logical explanation for him beating me.