Prisoner Of My Own Mother

Date: 9/2/2020

My mom was trying to keep me locked up in my room at her house by chaining my wrists to a hook in the ceiling. I asked her if she would let me stay there without chaining my wrists if I promised not to leave. But she didn’t like that idea, maybe because she didn’t trust that I wouldn’t leave. The idea of being chained up there for an indefinite amount of time (maybe the rest of my life?) without anyone knowing that I was in there terrified me. I escaped and tried to run away. I was outside. It was sunny, and there were a lot of people around outside. I yelled for help and tried to tell people what my mom was trying to do, but nobody seemed to understand how serious the situation was or do anything to help. My mom acted like nothing was wrong, and I had the desperate feeling that nobody would ever know the truth of what she was trying to do. My mom said something about how I wouldn’t care about being chained up if I was unconscious, and she was carrying some kind of pole or something in her hands that she wanted to use to try to knock me out. I kept my eye on her so that she wasn’t able to sneak up on me. Later on I was inside of the house again, trying to contact someone that could help, using my laptop. I didn’t know where my phone was in the house, and didn’t feel like I had enough time to find it. Eventually a man who was supposed to install the hook and chain showed up at the house. I was worried that he would try to capture me, so I snuck out of the window and moved along the outside of the house using ledges. Down below, I saw my mom and my younger sister talking calmly. My idea was to ask people in a crowd if I could use one of their phones and then use it to call the emergency number. I walked into a reception hall where a small group of people were gathering. I saw my cousin and asked her if I could use her phone, explaining that the guy setting up the chain was at the house. I thought that maybe if he was caught setting it up, that would be evidence enough for what my mom was planning.