Chapter 2
Monday morning. I went down stairs, hoping he was gone. Hoping I could escape. Hoping for just one day of freedom, but there he was giving me a huge horrible grin and then he uttered "are you feeling ok today?" I just knew he'd say that; he does every day. I give him a slight nod, and then the words came out "can I go out?" I don't know why I said that. Like he'd even say yes, he's never said yes before so why would he say it now?
Then I heard it. At first I wondered if it was coming from him, I wondered if I'd heard right, I wondered if he really did say yes. Then I remember he never says yes. Under my breath I said "sorry dad, for a minute I thought you said yes" I started walking up the stairs feeling depressed, like always. Then my dad ran after me most likely telling me that I have a doctor's appointment. Again. My dad makes me go to the doctors three times a week. Not because I need to, not because the doctor asks me to. 'It's just to be safe', Dad says, but I think as you can see I've already made up my opinion already and I don't need to go to the doctors three times a week. We all know what's going to happen, so why constantly remind everyone of it every single day.
He started calling my name. I ignored him and started to walk faster up the stairs, and then I reached the landing. I went to my room as quick as I could and locked the door shut. Streams of tears started flowing down my face. I tried to stop myself but the tears just kept falling faster down my face.
Then he started to knock on my door, probably because he can hear me crying. I know you think I'm going to say something bad about that, but he's a parent he should be concerned. Any parent would.
I had enough, I needed to escape. I put my jacket on because you should always wrap up that's what my dad says and when I remember he says that I took off my jacket.
Now what did next was probably one of the most stupid I could have done. I jump out the window. Not to kill myself I'm not that sort of person or was I attempting to kill myself? I'm just kidding I'm not that sort of person. Like I said.
I was free, no could tell me what to do, no stupid doctor's appointment. But soon I would have to face the reality that I would have to come back home because my dad was going to get suspicious that the sound of my crying just stopped and soon he would hunt for me.
