The Broken Girl

Chapter 2: My Decision is Death

I woke up to loud noises. My watch read twelve in the morning. I listened carefully for awareness. Multiple doors opening, two different footsteps, a deep voice, and my dad's voice. I got out of my bed, grabbing my shoes, and my book bag. I starting putting clothes in my bag.

They got closer to my door. Quietly lifting the window without a sound while hearing them enter my room, I jumped out and ducked down by my window. I could hear them searching my room.

"Where is she? You said, she would be here. We made a deal, I gave you 50 pounds of weed and cocaine. You give me your daughter to pay me off." The man said angrily.

"She'll be here soon and she'll be all yours to sell. Anything you want her for. "Dad said. My watered eyes. How could he? I knew he hated me but this much to sell me for prostitution.

"You better own your words, Justin."

I heard my bedroom door close. I waited for the man to leave in his car. Then, I ran to the nearest bus station. I knew I had to get out of town. I took a bus to northern part of Texas. I had to get out of the south before someone found me.

After four hours, I was out of Houston, TX. I walked by a river, thinking about my life. What purpose did I have to live? I had no purpose what-so-ever. Nobody cares about me. I'm in this world alone.

If I jump in this water and drown, no one would care. I sat on the rail while thinking of my chances. I had no reasons to not jump. I stood on the rail and spread my arms out. The water looked beautiful. I looked down and jumped. Bye, Bye World.