Never Go To Neverland

Get Me Out Of Here

Stumbling in the door and slamming it behind me I leaned against it letting out a sigh of relief. Suddenly I heard my father come running. Shit. "Uh, hi father. I was just cold so I panicked at the thought of ...frostbite?" I am screwed.
He looked at me for a second and shouted, "WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!!!!". Shrinking back I mumbled, "The river".
He looked at me as if I were a monster. "DAMN IT!!!" Grabbing my wrist he dragged me upstairs. "IT'S A FULL MOON AND YOU WANT TO GO SWIMMING!?!?"
"You said I could!" I protested. "YOU WANT TO DROWN???" He yelled. All of a sudden I got thrown in my room and before I could react I felt a sharp pain in my head and then nothing.

Gradually I felt my consciousness seep in. Forcing myself into a seating position, I realized my hands were tied. My head was pulsing, sending sharp jabs of pain throughout my entire skull. Glancing around I realized I was on the ground of my bedroom. Looking up at the clock, I squinted. Twelve thirty-ish? I couldn't see straight. I jumped when I felt my foot nudge something. It turned out only to be a teacup. Full of water.
What the hell? He expects me to drink this with my hands tied behind my-. I suddenly got struck with an idea. I shakily grabbed a pillow behind me and placed it on the floor along with my blanket. Tipping the teacup on the blanket I grabbed the pillow and placed it on top. Holding my breath and praying that it didn't make much noise I stomped on the cup. Flipping the pillow off I turned my back to the shards and fumbled for a piece. When I found one I started to saw the... blanket?
I bit my lip when I felt a sharp pain hit my wrist. Oh well, another scar to add to the collection. Holding up the rags of the blanket I fought an urge to laugh. Not bad for being drunk.
Looking around the room it finally hit me. How insane my father was becoming and how much I was beginning to start. I would have to leave. But where? Mr.Adams I thought. He'll help me.
Grabbing my backpack I took everything out of it. Besides the food and money. I quickly grabbed my extra sweater and stuffed it in there with my water bottle too. I would probably need more stuff but I wasn't going to risk wandering around to find them. Looking around one final time I decided I was ready. To leave this behind.
Opening my window I held onto the ledge and slowly gripped the brick. When I got closer to the fence I reached out and pushed off it, rolling into the ground.

Walking in complete silence my worried mind began to race. Would Mr.Adams even be willing to help me?
Of course he will, he's helped you before.
But that was when it wasn't much of a risk for himself.
You don't know that, he's a good man.
A man who is willing to look out for himself.
Shut up.

Suddenly I felt a presence. Looking up I saw the shadow again. It waved. I waved back. It pointed to the stars again.
"Can't you help me? If your really... real. Why won't you help me? I need you to get me out of here!" Looking at it I snickered.
I was officially losing it. I began to walk again. I startled when I felt a pressure in my head then suddenly I felt tired. I tried to stay awake when I felt myself being lifted up. My body felt like stone. Closing my eyes, I saw the ground getting smaller and simply thought, Hmm...That's odd, before drifting off in a dreamless sleep...