I want to be free like a bird riding the wind. I want to soar away from this hell. My parents abuse me almost every day, every night I pray to Nyx that she’ll help me get out of here. I wish I was a bird so I can fly free of my cage. My cage is my house, my room. My room with the plain white walls, only a bed, dresser and a few other things to my name. Every time I think I have it bad, I always think somebody out there has it worse than mine.
I will tell you everything that’s happened over the past few months. And how my prayers got answered in the strangest way possible, and how I finally got to be free. Everything that is written in these pages is real. I don’t care about you non believers, but I’m hoping to find a few believers out there. This is my story.
Chapter 1
“You stupid, stupid child, why the hell do you think these grades are acceptable?” Mother yells, completely furious.
“I don’t know mother,” I say quietly.
“You moronic child. I honestly don’t know why your Father and I have kept you around!” She screams.
“Catherine, what’s wrong dear? What did the girl do?” He asks.
“Look at her grades Grant, there horrible and unacceptable!” Mother says throwing the paper at him.
“Calm down Catherine,” Father says, picking the paper up off the floor.
He examines the paper his brow furrowing more and more by the second. I don’t even know why they’re freaking out, just because I got a C in geometry and a C+ in language arts. Oh my god Evie got two C’s the world’s gonna end.
“How do you explain these grades?” Father asks anger making the vein in his hand stand out and his eyes glitter.
“Well in Language arts there getting us ready for 12th grade and it’s a little hard and geometry I think I did pretty good in, considering we’re not suppose to being the current section we’re doing until next year. And it’s the end of the year so oh well,” I say shrugging.
“Enough excuses, go to your room!” Mother screams, slapping me across the face.
I quickly retreat to my cage of a room and lock the door behind me. My eyes and cheek stinging like a thousand little needles. I flop on my bed and try to block it all out.
“She’s an ungrateful little brat!” I hear mother scream from the kitchen.
Then I hear the unmistakable sound of something breaking, oh yay something to clean up later. This is so much fun, not.
“Yes she is honey but we only have to survive one more year, then we can kick her out,” Father says.
It’s always like this, it’s like my mere existence pisses them off. I pull a pillow over my head and try to block out, my mother’s screams and the multiple breaking sounds. I close my eyes and pray.
“Nyx I pray to you. Please get me out of here, please let me have wings. I want to fly far, far away from my cage. Please don’t let me stay in this hell,” I beg.
I open my eyes and look around my room, my cage. Plain white walls, a single bed, a dresser and a door connecting the cage to, my small bathroom. There are no posters tacked up on my walls, no stuffed animals littering the floor. My clothes sticking out of my dresser and piles on the floor and an alarm clock on, the right side of my bed on the floor. Everything so plain, so boring. Eventually I drift off to sleep.
The dream world, my escape from the hell I live in.
“Ah Evie, it’s time for you to come back to us. We’ve been waiting a long time for you to come back. I’ll give back what I took from you, be careful,” A sweet voice says.
