The Game Of The Trees

The Wall

I sat in my room, trying to go out the least I could. My father would not even look at me, unless he was telling me how he regrets me. He was so joyful when my mother was alive. 
   I contemplated leaving over, and over again. Nothing except the dire fear of what the forest held me to this place. My heart told me to go. Nobody talked about the trees. I had never been within many feet of them. The wall kept me from seeing an entire tree.
  I got out a large bag, and filled it with waterbottles, dried fruit, blankets, and a few small pieces of wood. This was just for the chance that I decided to leave.
  "What are you doing with that?" My father asked, walking into my room.
"I was just putting a few things in it, so I don't have to go inside to get water while doing my work." I said, coming up with an excuse in the spot.
  "I saw what you put in there. Are you stealing from the neighbours? They were complaining about some of their things being missing." He asked, angrily.
"No!"
He checked my bag.
"Don't try anything on us. You saw what we did to your friend."
My father walked out of the room. I felt like crying again. I looked out the window. This was it. My breathing got heavy. He was truly my fear.
I was going to leave.
The front door was not good enough, I wanted them to know I had left. I threw one of the pieces of wood at the window, and it shattered, then went to the wall. The wall was made of concrete, and was very tall. Getting over it would be a struggle. How could I?
The doors were sealed shut. Maybe if I got into trouble, they would throw me out. But if I needed to come back, they would not let me in. No. No matter how bad the forest was, going back would never be an option.
My dad already suspects me if stealing,  if I stole something bigger, and more obvious, they would have to kick me out. My window was already broken, so maybe that would be enough. No. I needed to do something big. Something he would defiantly kick me out for.