Damage

The Cruel Start

Renee woke up this morning following a restless night. All she could do was think about what had just happened to her. How did she get here? Why did it have to happen to her. She always felt like the unfortunate one.

She sat up to glance around in the room. It was all bright with floral curtains and cream walls. It was the total opposite of something she would have. This was hell. She needed to find a way to get out and also find out why she was here.

She stood up and strolled around the room. She discovered some white jeans and a pink shirt. She hated it but it would be much better that her worn and muddy clothes that she was already wearing.

She slipped into the jeans and pulled the shirt over her chaotic hair. It felt comfortable . That was strange. She walked downstairs to what she thought was the kitchen and then made herself a quick snack to get her mind working.

In the corner of her eye she could see something on the refrigerator. It was a handwritten note. She removed it and studied it closely. It said ''Dear Renee, Make Yourself Feel Like Home! Get Some Food Out Of The Cupboard And There Is Some Clean Clothes Upstairs If You Haven't Spotted Them Already.'' Why was she being so kind?

It wasn't like she hadn't just dragged her from her friends and family and abused her on the way. She looked outside at sighed because she knew that she was no where near home. Blossoms, trees, creatures. It sounded nice but it was not her home. So she hated it.

As she looked closer she noticed that there was a tall metal fence revolving around the house and garden. It was official. There was no escape. But in any case she would not give up.

She scrunched up the note and aimed for the bin. It didn't go in but she couldn't of cared less. Why should she treat them or their house right if she doesn't even treat her right? After she was finished her toast she opened the door.

She walked about in front of the house and in the garden to see if there was any place to escape. But there wasn't. She felt a tear gushing down her cheek. This wasn't fair. She didn't do anything wrong. She didn't deserve all of this.

She just wanted to get home to her family. But it didn't look like that was going to happen any time soon.