"I hate you!" She barked, slamming the door of her room. Her room had light blue walls and a light at the top with nothing covering it. Her room wasn't even a room, it was nearly just a closet. It had a small dog bed in the corner and a small bag of needs. She had no toys, due to her father hating her. Sylvia sat with her back against the door. "You can't stay in there all day pup!" Her dad barked through the door. Sylvia looked at her wall. She wished she had a window, but her closet room never had one, due to it being a closet. She sighed, tears falling from her eyes. "I wish mom were still here! She would actually know how to care for a pup!" She heard her dad growl from behind the door, "Don't speak of her! She was never in your life! She died when you were a pup!" Sylvia blinked her eyes, tears filling them, "She died because you were selfish! You killed her!" Sylvia slammed open the small closet door, hitting her dad, and running downstairs, opened the front door, and ran off the porch into the unknown. And to think that young 2 year old pup, Sylvia thought her dad would never bother her again, until now.