Sickness Kills.

Sick.

After the horrible night with the physco, I fell asleep. Weeks went by I chose not to eat, I was beginning to get sick and sick. I told my self everyday just to keep trying && to not stop fighting. But each day I would throw up, all because of him. He never once hit me but he tried to kill me.

One day, I was lying there chained up to the floor and I hadn't bathed for weeks so he ran a bath for me *shocker*. He came in the cold room and said "Get up, and go wash up."

I slowly removed the cover looking down at my dirty legs and feet and gave a slight smile. I ran past him and jump in the water, it was scorning hot. "HOT!" I jumped out of the tub and I had burns all down my body. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!"

"Heat helps kill germs, and you got tons of germs."

"So you try to kill me!"

"SHUTUP!"

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Back to the cold room with burning legs and arms. I don't know what I'm going to do, no medicine. Just getting sicker. I would prey to God everyday, that maybe he could help the pain go away. I would just lay in that room nothing else to do but think about all the good memories. I thought back to the time when I went to DisneyWorld with my grandparents. I was about 8 at the time, so I remember a lot from the trip. I remember sitting down with Mickey Mouse having breakfast with my grandparents with the happiest face and now I'm sitting with a sad face. I don't even know this man, who knows he might be a cannibal, but he's not one. Who knows he might kill me, but he won't... Atleast I hope he won't. As I was laying there thinking. I wonder if my mom even notices I'm gone... Or if she will even care. Then the man came in my room with a newspaper reading the words ; MISSING TEENAGE GIRL.

the passage below talked about how a girl was missing but the girl wasn't me. 😐 The girl was Jamie...I knew nobody would miss me. I took the newspaper and threw it at him as he said; "See no body misses you, so if I killed you you would still be worthless!" I took a deep breath, and calmly got up and grabbed the newspaper off the ground before he could grab me. I flipped to the next page and there read; ANOTHER MISSING GIRL.

Underneath that statement was a picture of me... I guess they really did care. But where's Jamie?