The Game Of The Trees

A Way Out

I continued lying down on the dirt. Everyday he went farther into with hurting me. How long would it be until he killed me? He did does not care about me. His priority was always this town. I have to get away from here. I don't want to be like the people here. Nobody here was caring, or even wondered about the trees. The only person who wondered was Sage, and she was now gone. Sage was not even a caring person. Nobody wonders here. Nobody cares.
I still had not built up the strength to get up. Strength was something I did not have. I was weak. My weakness kept me here. My fear kept me here.
I got up, trying to prove myself wrong.
The Wind blew, almost making me fall over once again. Snow crunched with each step I took. I ran as fast as I could to the house, and climbed through the window. The door to room was locked, so my father could not get in.
This time, i would not be forgiven. He would probably kill me, over make me leave. My father had always disagreed with making people leave.
How can I leave? I grabbed a flashlight, and started out the window. The air was cold, and dry. I was looking for a place to escape through. The wall had boxes stacked against it. This was the only place to go out of. Finally, a way out.
I had always felt stuck in this life. Felt like life would always be this way. This dark. I constantly felt overwhelmed. Constantly sad inside. Always wanting to cry. But now, there was a way out.
The boxes were unstables. Escaping was worth pain. Hope made me feel as if I could do anything. It felt as if burden was lifted from me.
Leaving early in the morning would me more sensible than leaving now, due to the cold weather. Hopefully my father would stay away until then. I climbed through the window, as I had many times.
Sleeping was hard. A smile was on my face, for the first time in years. Thinking about my first moments in the trees, leaving all of these people behind, thinking about what the forest held for me, not growing up to be just another towns person, all of these thoughts stole my sleep. Cold wind howled through the window. The soumd of my father's footsteps made my sleeping problems worse. He would just walk around the house, not doing anything. He didn't know what to do about me. I don't care.
                  I have a way out.