"I'm running away" is all that went thru my mind that night. I couldn't take it anymore. Before I knew it, it was 7, so I had to get up. I took out a long black and white shirt, some black jeans, and my black Jordan's. I  got into the shower and washed up. Around 10 minutes later I was out of the shower and threw on my clothes. Later I go downstairs and see my "mom" on the phone. I just wanted to throw my hands on this woman as if I don't know her. She got one of them punchable faces, dead ass. I walk past her and I heard her say " Stank ass hoe" I turned around to say something, but I didn't.
           
                  >>>><<30 Minutes Later <<<<<<
I'm at school now, all I honestly thought about was running away. I couldn't take it anymore. I don't know if I should tell my friends. I really don't. This teacher talking toooooo damn much . All of a sudden my body gets weak. "No, no, no , no" I thought.  This is another episode of my body getting weak from tbe beatings. Suddenly everything goes black.

       I wake up surrounded by white walls. I look down at my body and I see wires and cords all over me. Shit, Im in the hospital. As I get my vision back, one of the laaasst people I wanted to see me was here. Her and 2 nurses. "We ran a few tests on her snd and the cause of her passing out was from lack of eating, and we-, oh hi sweetie your up" One of the nurses said. I forced a smile, a weak one , but it was a smile. "Hey baby, are you okay?" This bitch got the nerveeee. "What happened to me?" "You passed out in the middle of one of you classes. The teacher called 911 and your mom to get over to the hospital " The nurse explained. I shivered at the word "mom" , psssh I wish. The nurse asked for my "mom" to step out to ask me questions. As she walked out shs stared at me, with only hate and anger anyone can give.