It was my eighteenth birthday and I was finally going to be free. I carefully checked my bag to make sure that I had everything that I needed and nodded my head when I was sure. Looking in the full-length mirror I carefully observe myself. I was wearing a black tank top that showed my stomach and baggy black jeans held up by a black belt. I was tall, about 5'7" and just skin and bones. I look at my stomach and can easily count my ribs on my starved body. My face was gaunt with sunken in cheeks and pale, almost translucent skin. I had wide stormy gray eyes and a nose that fit my face with plump lips. My long black hair fell in dull waves to my butt. Disgusted I turn away from the mirror.
Slinging the bag over my shoulder I carefully made my way down the stairs, making sure not to step on the squeaky stairs. I was careful walking over to the door, making sure not to wake my father who was sleeping in front of the TV. As I was to shut the screen door it slipped out of my hand and banged shut. I wince and hurry on into the backyard when I hear a shout from behind me.
"Where do you think your going?" my father asked from the door gun in hand.
"Away from here, who don't have control over me anymore. The police won't come and get me and bring me home like before. It's over, so just leave me alone!" I shout out to him, slowly backing away.
"You little bitch!" he shouts while raising his gun.
Oh shit, I think while running away. I hear a shot then immense pain in my shoulder. Another shot and pain shoots to my lower back. I stumble and fall. I hear footsteps walking over then see my father walk over and turn me on my back. I could only manage to moan in agony as he shoots me in the stomach. He grins evilly at me then walks way leaving me to bleed to death. As I lay there looking up at the sky my last conscious thought was that I didn't want to die.
