I was walking down the dark alley. It was the kind of cold were you have the shivers run down your spine and you get the cold chills all threw your body. I had snuck out the bathroom window to get away from my mother and her dark ways. She had changed alot since dad had died. I was just hoping she wouldn't find me. My plan was to run away forever. Two days ago she had shoved me down the stairs and locked me in the basement. So I thought I could leave forever. But my life plans didn't work out that way. As I was walking down the alley, I heard a car turning on to it. I started to run as fast as I could the head lights were now following me. Then I jumped into a hoping that would get rid of that car. But that didn't work out as well either. I was going to run from the bush the opposite way and get away because they couldn't drive into the bush. But when I was in the bush it was so dark I couldn't find my way out. Then I heard a car door slam. Someone was walking my way. I felt a tug on my arm. I felt something hit me really hard. I was really dizzy. The thing I was on was really hot and it hurt. When I came back to contact with the world and my surroundings, I wasn't on anything I would have thought of. It was the stove top. My mother put me on top of the stove while it was on. I new she was smart when it came to being mean but I didn't know she would have though of this. She had said to me that day "your life has only started sweetheart"
