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"Isabeeeelllaaa!" mommy called. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" daddy yelled in a playful tone, yet there was an evil twist to it.

I was scared. So scared. I've been spending the last three years of my life being beaten and locked up by my own parents. Why did they do this to me? What did I do? Had I done anything wrong? Was I nothing to people's eyes? Was I meant to live? Those questions were always left in my mind, unanswered.

My heart was pounding wildly against my chest. It was so dark in this small, tight closet I was hiding in, but I'd do anything to get away from my parents. They're gonna hurt me, they're gonna hurt me, I chanted in my head, bracing myself for the closet door to burst open and be whacked in the head with a rifle. The last time that happened, I was knocked out for four hours!

I was breathing very heavily. I knew I was claustrophobic and monophobic. Claustrophobia is the fear of being in tight spaces like the closet I was in right now. I hated being in tight spaces! Monophobia is the fear of being alone. I needed company.

Closing my eyes shut, I could feel tears welling up, and slithering like snakes down my cheeks.

Suddenly, like I expected, the closet door burst open and daddy smiled in a creepy way. He dragged me out of the closet and mommy smirked. "Oh thereeee yoouuuu arrree sweetheeeaart!" mommy slurred from drinking too much from the bottle of vodka in her hands. Daddy only grinned.

Mommy passed the bottle of vodka to daddy and he raised it high, then brought it down, smashing it against my head.

Pieces of glass flew everywhere, along with my blood.

I screamed. "Shut up!" daddy yelled in my face. Mommy used her heels to kick me in my stomach. I curled up into a fetal position and created a mini flood with my tears. Daddy then used his rifle to whack my shoulder. It started bleeding. I cried out for help.

"No one can hear you," daddy said.

"Yeeeesss, nooo onnnee caaan heeeaaaar yoouu," mommy said evilly.

I knew she was right so I shut my mouth although I couldn't help but scream out in pain as mommy twisted my arm and kicked my legs. "I said shut up!" daddy yelled over my screams and mommy's wicked cackling. I immediately stopped screaming and closed my mouth. But as mommy kicked me in the stomach once again, I threw up blood and groaned as I felt immense pain.

Suddenly, the large window in my room cracked open and glass flew everywhere once again. I was too hurt to look at the cause of the window crash but I heard voices. Smooth, melodic, and velvety voices.

"I'm calling 911!" A high soprano voice rang out. Soon, the sirens of police cars could be heard. My vision was wearing out, but I was able to see mommy and daddy being dragged outta my room by policemen. "You're gonna die, Isabella! We will come back!" daddy threatened. The policemen continued to drag my parents out.

I have luck! They're gone! I thought. Thank goodness.

"Hey, check the girl," the same musical voice from earlier said. I felt a pair of cold arms wrap around me and I looked up just in time to see a pair of beautiful golden eyes staring down at me before I was engulfed in darkness.

Thank my lucky stars.


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