Trash: A Collection of Stories

Chapter 10

Dec 2, xx10

Dear Laxus,

It didn't work. I ran, shoulder first, into that door for hours on end. My skin is black and purple from brushing. It got to the point where I gave up and started planning a different move. I found a brick in the basement and smashed open the small window down there with it. I thought since I lost so much weight, I could possibly fit through. I was still too big, though, and my shirt and stomach have tears running up them from the broken glass.

Jeffery was pissed when he saw the window and my arm, slapping me across the face and demanding an explanation. When I told him my motives, begging him to let me go home, he just shoved and locked me in a closet. I pounded on the door, frightened by his odd behavior, but he just would yell shut up and kick the door.

It wasn't until Josh got back that they let me out. Miles and Josh scolded me, saying there was no reason for me to try to escape, we were now a basically a family, and there was nothing for me to run back to anyway. He thinks the situation I am in now is better than when I was at the house. It's not, though, at the house I never got locked in basements or closets, I never had to worry about if I would be able to eat that night, clean clothes were provided to me everyday, and I could shower.

You would think that since they all had jobs, they would start fixing up the place so it was more of a home than a crack shack. Now things are worse, I never knew they would get violent. I just want to be back in my own bed, and not have to sleep on a floor every night. Give me some notification that you are reading these, again, literally a blank page would be fine. I just need something to let me know I'm not writing for the sake of writing.

Sincerely,

Mira