Dead-m.c

20 Years ago
"Really Michael? You really think that you can get away from me?" My mother yelled as I ran up the stairs. I locked my door and tried to find a place to hide. It won't be long before she opened the door. I thought maybe I could climb out the window to escape. When my mother gets drunk, she gets violent. I still have the bruises to prove it. "Michael open this door!" She started banging on the door. I opened the window, quickly. I tried to remember where I put the ladder from the last time I snuck out. The door flew up and my mother stumbled in. "Ha! You're not going anywhere!" My mother started to walk towards me. "Mom no please stop!" I pleaded. She started cussing at me and pushing me backwards, near the window.
"Mom! Stop you're gonna push me out the window!" She finally did what she wanted to do for a while. She pushed. She pushed me out the window and just watched as I fell to the ground.

Hello, my name is Michael Clifford and I died that day. I became a ghost and I don't know why I'm still here. Will someone help me or will I be stuck in this hell hole forever?