David and Jen cleaned out Misty's wound, then returned her to the spot she was left in the hallway.
"BAM," the front door was slammed shut. David and Jen ran back into the room as their mother came stomping up the stairs in rage.
"You, right now you are going to get what you deserve," Misty's mom said. The smell of whiskey on her breath now stronger than ever.
Her mother took out a two by four and started beating Misty with it. Soon she was beaten bloody, and left to die on the hallway floor. Misty reached out for help, but no one was there to offer it to her.
The hallway window was open, she realized to scream was her only chance of survival, maybe one of the neighboors would hear.
Misty drew in a deep breath and used her remaining strength to cry out, "HELP MEE!!!" She cried out about four more times, and quickly, her strength drained and she fell into a deep sleep.
Misty woke up to cops swarming the house. She was bein glifted onto a stretcher, while David and Jen watched her be carried down the steps. Thank god, someone had heard her desperate cries. If it wasnt for whoever caleld in, Misty would have died.
Misty was put in an ambulance, and sirens swirled around her. A police man was there to talk to her.
"We couldnt find your mother. She ran when she heard the approaching sirens. Your sister called us. Any later and i wouldnt be talking to you right now because you would be dead. You have serious injuries and you are one lucky girl," The man in the blue uniform said.
A couple of weeks later Misty woke up in the hospital, with an IV in her arm and electric equipment everywhere. She looked around and saw that her heart rate was being monitored. Almost instantly, Misty fell back into a deep sleep. Nightmares haunted her dreams. She couldnt escape it. She couldn't wake up. She was Trapped in a dreamland of horror.