Escape
I could feel as if my world had completely shattered the day my parents were killed in a tragic car accident. I was living a really happy life then, I couldn't have asked for anything different. But that day, just changed my perspective on life completely. I had no other family to live with, therefore I was put up for adoption. I was scared, being adopted into a different home with a family I had never known or met before. Would they not like me? Would I have to change to meet their standards? I wasn't sure.
I was adopted a few weeks after the accident. I was now included into a rich family of two parents and 3 kids, me being the forth. That day, I was taken to the house, or I could say mansion, of my adoptive family. It was bigger then anything I could've even imagined. The social worker I was with roughly knocked on the door, I could tell that she was in a rush. A woman, who I could guess to be the mom, answered the door with a huge smile adorned onto her face. She had immediately grabbed me into a huge bear hug. After that uncomfortable embrace was over, she signed the papers with the social worker and sent her on her way. The second the door shut, the woman I was now to address as "Mom" ordered me upstairs with my suitcase. I was put in a room where she locked the door.
I decided to look around. The room I was in had a bed. There was a door that lead to a bathroom. That was it. I sat on it and thought for a bit. By now, I had realized that the woman had put on an act for the social worker. I shouldn't have believed it, no woman I had ever met besides my own mother could love me so instantly. About an hour later, I heard the door unlock. The woman was behind the door. She ordered me downstairs, She said I was making dinner. I silently padded downstairs. When I got downstairs, there was a man, and three kids, all seemed to be the same age as me. I didn't get a good description of them, I was shoved into the kitchen and ordered one word. "Cook." I did as told.
The rest of my time in that house was just like that, I was ordered around, I was treated as a servant. I never went to school. I was not allowed to go outside. When Christmas came, I wasn't given a gift. The three other kids who lived there would laugh and snicker at me whenever they saw me. I never gave up hope of someday leaving that madhouse though. I prayed to anybody every night that some miracle would let me leave that place, I didn't know where I would go, but somewhere.
I was given that chance. One day, when everybody was gone, the phone rang. I answered. "Hello?" On the other end was a voice I hadn't heard in 2 years, my mother. She said, "Tonight you will be able to escape, something will happen that will grant you one chance, I can't tell you what will happen, just be prepared. Dad and I love you, we want you safe. We miss you." The phone cut off. I dropped the receiver and ran upstairs to pack my bags.