The thought of living with my mom and dad should be thinking happy thoughts, not anger for the things they put me through. I should want to be there with them, but they hurt me too much to even want to stay at home. If I could runaway from home with my sister i would, but the thoughts of what they would do to us if they ever caught us over powers my mind. I guess I'm just scared for me and my sister.
((WELL THAT'S ALL YOU GET TO KNOW UNTILL YOU START READING MY STORY.))
