Midnight Memories

I had to leave this house, I'm sick and tired of him calling me a whore and not a perfect daughter, at least I'm better then my dead beat mother. I started packing my clothes into my suitcase, I needed to go faster I opened the window, climbing onto the roof and soon to jump off, heading towards nowhere. I gulped at how many feet I had to jump from the rooftop of my old bedroom, I sighed and thought to myself for a minute. I need to do this, it's now or never to show your dad that you are not a whore nor not a perfect daughter. I jumped, stumbling to the ground I groaned and slowly got up, well that didn't hurt that much as expected. I held onto my stomach, weird my stomach felt like it was wet or something I looked down at the sight of blood dripping from my tummy. I sighed and winced in pain as I started to move, dragging my suitcase along with me, well this was going to be an adventure.