Alone

Chapter 1

I couldn't do it anymore. Before I knew it my body had collapsed. I had been running for hours, days, weeks. My mind had no sense of time but my body couldn't bear it any longer. I was exhausted, starving, thirsty. Everywhere hurt. Who have I been running from you ask? My step father; my phycotic step father. It was the last straw.

My real dad was my hero. He was training in Afghanistan and he and several other soldiers unfortunately died in a bomb attack.

My mother had married another man 2 years later. It was just 2 years ago when I was 13 that we found out he was a phycotic, mental, abusive jerk. A month after we found out my mum tried to file for a divorce but he kept on threatening to kill the both of us.

It was too much, every night I would come home from school to see him beating my mum sometimes cutting her skin bare or anything horrible that came to his mental mind.

On my 14th birthday was the day he first hurt me. I remember the exact details of that night like it was yesterday. I still shudder at the thought. He took my phone and smashed and then he whipped with his belt till I passed out all bloody.

The morning after that I see my mum getting beaten. I tried to stop but he took out a sharp knife and held it against my mum's throat. I remember his exact words: "Step any closer or I will kill your mum, wait this is pathetic your 'mum' here is already dying with cancer you might as well kill her yourself. If you don't kill her I will kill both of you by myself but I will torture you until you are begging for death. So what will it be?"
I couldn't believe it my mum had cancer. She didn't tell me and she was going through it all by herself. I felt so disgusting. She said to me: "Honey, I'm really sorry I did not tell you but he is right; I am dying so you might as well kill me now."
But I couldn't do it. My mum kept on crying and begging me to kill her as I see the knife digging deeper and deeper into her skin. So I did it to stop her suffering. I did it for her. I did it for me. I took the knife and stabbed her. Her last words were I love you; then there was blood everywhere. It was and still the worst regret of my life. I still have nightmares from that traumatic event.

He didn't keep to his promise though, he still tortured me. After he had finished beating me he had gone and he had left his Iphone X. I didn't know where we were so I used GPS and it said I was in Leeds which was a 5 hour drive from London, my home city. The closest police station was an hour away which meant it was around a 3 hour walk. That would not work.

Before I did anything else I grabbed a bag and went to the kitchen and filled it with everything I could find and then I went back to get the phone. I switched of GPS just in case he tried to track me; I went to check if he was still sleeping which he was. I ran quietly to the next room which had a window. Lucky for me we were on the second floor so I took my bag and jumped out. Then I ran. I ran as fast as my feet could take me. I didn't know where I was going all I knew was that it was far away from here.

So that is how I ended up here currently unconscious. My body had passed out from exhaustion and dehydration.

My name is Isabel Speranza, I am 15 years old and this is my story.

Qotd: All our dreams can come true of we have the courage to pursue them. - Walt Disney

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