After coming back from the dark prison, my hands were scarred by the chains I was straped to and my feet strained from standing on my toes. Dried tears of pain scattered upon my face, limping to my room. I feared that this will happen at least a thousand times before I can get help. "Jillian!" she hollared "Have you cleaned the shattered bottles in my room? If you haven't you stay outside for the night!" she scowled. "Ye-es-s." I wimpered. "Good, now do your dishes and go to your room." she said gingerly. I finished the dishes and went to my hollow room, I can hear my breath echoing, I have nothing, no bed just carpet trashed with crumbs and soda stains. I have a mirror, my stature is too narrow, I'm barley suficating in the hottness of my room because I cannot open the window, I am to weak to try. I lay on the floor not caring about the bugs that spread around me, I lay my head on the breaking down wall and dose off. I wake up to see that it is raining, I blink then I open my eyes again having a flash back as the thunder roars, I was in my room my drunk mom starts to swing punches at me as I struggle to fight back when a stranger, a tall figure tries to walk away with me. My mom grabs me back and says she will never let him do this again. "Who is him?" I asked but never got an answer from her that is why I never ask my mom questions figuring I will get a punishment or no answering leaving me wondering. As I lay on the floor gasping for air as I wake up, my mom comes in and says "I can not believe this! You have got to be kidding me Jill! Why would you do this to me?" she yelled. "What did I do?"
