May sat and stared into nothing as she listened to her parents fighting. She sighs that's the only thing she has been hearing for most of her life them yelling. Fighting over... her. May hides her head in between her knees and cries. She was in the attic hiding from the argument. Soon the screaming dies but May is to scared to go down, she push herself against a corner and sighs. Something is wrong here. She thought to herself. She hears footsteps come up to the attic, May holds her breath and hides behind a box making her fairly hidden. The attic door opens May forces her self not to breath not wanting to be found. Lucky she wasn't seen her fathers voice calls her. She knows from experience not to come. Last time she went she was slapped across the face. Tears come to her eyes from the memory of it all. Her mother never even tried to stop it. Why did they have May when all they do is hurt and argue about her? There is something more here, I don't know. She thought.
May waited, it was 30 min at least sense the fight stopped. In that amount of time May deiced to run. She made her way down stairs quietly she has always been good at being quiet. It also help she was skinny and fast. She goes down to her room and grabs a bag stuffing clothes in and other items. She goes to make sure no one is around before grabbing her bag and running. She ran out the back door that's closest to her room, she ran down the street all the way to town which was a mile walk and May became tried and slowed. As she slowed she thought, Do her parents miss her? She shook her head they probably don't care. They must be jumping in joy the child they never wanted is gone. Tears form from the thought. She did not know that, the question she wondered will never be answered.