The Game Of The Trees

Water

The sun was down, and everythijng was dark. My father had not yet realized the broken window. He was not home. He would probably be at stream, desperately trying to catch fish in the cold. He didn't deserve to catch anything.
   I walked to the neighbours house, sneakily. The door was locked, so I broke the knob with a rock, loud enough for them to hear. The inside of the house was dark. I began to take things, like candles, food, and clothes.
"Hello?" A voice said, scared.
It was the voice of John Murray, our neighbour. I immediately dropped all of the things in my hands. He walked out to the living room, where I was. John was holding a bat.
"Stop right now!" He yelled, walking toward me.
John stopped, when he saw my face.
"Why?" He asked.
"Why are you doing this?"
I wouldn't answer. He became more angry. John Murray grabbed me by my  hair. He brought me back to my house, continuing to hold my hair. When he realized my father was not there, John and I went to the stream. He gave me no choice. He held my hair with a firm grip.
Why was everyone in this town so cruel? Why couldn't they just realize I'm in pain?
"Look who I found in my house, stealing." John Murray said to my father. My father was standing on a rock, with a fishing pole. He had a bucket of fish next to him. He, of course, got everything he needed, while I was left to do everything for myself.
My father looked at me like he was going to kill me. John kept a hold of my hair, yet my father did not say anything about it. John finally let go of my hair, and I was free. My eyes set on an opening in the wall. It was only big enough for the water to flow, when the water rises. The water was high, and moving very slowly. Swimming through would be a struggle. If I made it to the other side, the water would keep me cold, and ruin my clothes. The cold weather was constant here. It was one of the things I hated most about this place.
"I'm sorry about her, we will pay you back for your posessions. Let me take her." My father said, emotionless.
John knodded, and left.
My father pushed me. I landed into the shallow shore of the stream.
I became dizzy, and my eyes blurry splashed with water.
The thought of what was in the water scared me. Water was my fear that I didn't even know made me afraid. I stood up, through me dizziness, and fell onto the dirt. My father walked away.