I stared at the window, crying. Remembering what just happened. Why am I not good enough for the world. I did everything they wanted me to do. I listened and obeyed. Yet they throw me out with the rest of them. Why can't I just fit in. And now all of a sudden this teenage boy comes into my life. He sees my pain and is the first person besides my brother to help me with all of this torture. I am very grateful for his help, but its not enough. I need more than bandages to cover up my bruises. I need more than medicine to take away my pain. I need more than this life that I have. I want to be free. Free from this prison that is my home. Free from this monster that is my father. Free from these chains that are holding me back from living a normal life. I want a fresh start. I want to start over. I wish I had a loving father and mother. I wish I had a good school to go to. I wish that I could be loved. But I'm being too selfish. I could never deserve those things. I'm only a 15 year old girl. What could I do?