Her Story

Chapter Two: Dreams Of Escape

    So the only times I'm actually able to be happy now days is on the bus with my only friend Sydney and at school. Sad isn't it, well its the truth. Erica tells me what to do once we are home. I'm not allowed to play outside unless she says so and if she doesn't want me to play a certain game I can't, oh I don't think I told you she is 12. Sometimes Erica likes to make me do things to her, things I know are wrong but if I don't do them then she might hurt me. She also makes me let her do those things to me too, I never tell anyone because she says I'll get in trouble for it and I don't want to get in trouble again. The last time I got in trouble my foster dad grabbed me by my throat, picked me up and slammed me against the hallway closet door. I couldn't breath very well and the whole time he kept yelling in my face, Erica had told him I did something bad so that's why he was so mad at me. So I just do whatever Erica tells me to just so he won't get mad.

    My best friend Sydney so amazing she makes me forget that I live in hell. She's my escape from all that is bad, if I'm stuck in the dark she is the light that shows me there's still good in people. My favorite part about spending time with her is the music that we listen to, she showed me that through music I can escape. I hope that Sydney will be here through everything, I honestly don't know what I would do with out her around. We share alot of similarities like we both have bond hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a hard past.

She's been through alot in her life as well, her brother's take advantage of her every change they get so I feel like I'm her escape as well. She has it pretty hard at home, her dad is a raging drunk who knows what's going on with her and her brother's does nothing about it. He calls her a slut for it and sometimes depending how much alcohol he's had that day will do as far as to punish her, HER for what they do to poor Sydney. No one deserves to be treated as badly as she does, and despite it all she still is the strongest girl I have ever know. I look up to her and admire her for the strength she gives me everyday. When I run away maybe I should ask her if she wants to come with me.