Date: 11/12/2016
By lindsey
I was at my moms house it was nighttime and I was in the office, and everyone else was asleep. My mom was in the office with me and she was yelling at me very brutally she finally just kicked the chair in front of her directly into me it hit me hard and I fell to the ground she was hitting me and I tried to scream but I had lost my voice and no one could hear me. I wanted to run but she would have heard the door open, so she left and I went back to sleep on the office floor. She was standing over me. I imagined that I ran away down the street to dads house and I slept of the porch. So I woke up again in the office and I was still screaming but no one could hear me. Suddenly my history teacher burst through the door (mr.gibbai) and he asked if I was ok and carried me out the door and away from the house. I had always hated him because when I was out of surgery he never even said feel better, he acted as if it wasn't a big deal. Nothing concerning me ever was. But now, here he was seeing my life at its worse creating a barrier of empathy. He understood. And now I was gone, away from her.