My SVU: Episode 1

Gone for Good

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Eventually I got home and layed low. Other than the usually treatment nothing was really bad. That was, until one specific morning when we were running late.

I watched as she frantically moved around the kitchen, hustling and bustling for no good reason.

"I need to say something" I blurted out. I have no Idea what I am doing. It's like I can't control what I'm saying. My mother gave me an annoyed look.

"I'm bisexual" I said. I don't know why I just did that. That was I bad idea. My mother paused long enough to give me a death stare. Then she lunged at me. She hit me for so long. She started with her hands, and after a few minutes she was using everything around her. At one point she came at me with a wooden spoon. Then, right as I thought it couldn't get any worse, she changed what she was doing.

I layed on the floor in pain, when my mother started kicking me between the legs. The force she used was like thunder and gunshots and all things uncomforting. I just layed here, on the floor, until the darkness consumed me. I woke to my mother reaching towards the knife block. I knew what she was trying to do. I ran only getting my backpack and a grab back I had prepared a while ago. I meant what I said, when I said "I'm gonna do what I have to do" to Ms.Mitchell a few months ago. The grab bag held extra clothes, soap, a first aid kit, toiletries, all my money, and extra chargers. I ran out of the house with my mother close behind me. She managed to cut my elbow with the knife she grasped so firmly. I ran until I could barely breathe. I knew my mother wasn't after me anymore; she doesn't care that much. After a while I took a bus. I know I have to go far away, and New York sounds nice. Other than that, I have no Idea what the future will be like. I'm going to be gone, but this time for good.