((Before I start I'm trying to keep this reader insert gender neutral so if you see he or she anywhere where it should be they or them tell me so I can fix it!!))

"WAKE UP!" Clarice, my foster mom screeched.

I hurridly jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs, as I didn't change the night before since this always happens. Before I reached the final step I fell down the rest of the stairs, after I winced at the pain but I limped to the kitchen. "Yes," I said in a small voice not knowing what I did or didn't do.

"What is this!" She hissed out pointing to one of the plates that I cleaned almost sixty times yesterday.

"A plate," I stated the obvious because I clean it in hot water so many times yesterday.

"OF COURSE IT'S A PLATE WHAT IS THIS?!" She pointed to a spot on the plate where there was nothing.

"It's the color white misses," I again stated the obvious, not seeing any dirt that she might be indicated.

"ARE YOU BLIND?" She yet gain, screamed.

"No! I'm saying that I can see nothing there especially after you had me clean it very delicately almost sixty times yesterday!" I said in a slightly bigger voice.

"DON'T YELL AT ME!" Clarice yelled at me even louder than before.

I couldn't stand it anymore, being treated like, like, trash. I wouldn't stand it. Not any longer, not to this bitch. "You know what," I started my voice low, "FUCK YOU! YOU SCREAM AT ME FOR SOMETHING SO SMALL! OR LITERALLY NOTHING AT ALL! YOU CAN GO..." I told a small second to think before screaming, "YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU GOD DAMN WHORE!" I yelled, regretting what I said soon after.

Clarice turned red all over the face. "you little!" She said throw her teeth right before slapping me twice. 

I couldn't take this any more. I ran away from Clarice to the room she had to provide me with and I went in and locked the door. I looked the the window and opened it and poped out the screen. Clarice was pounding on the door but I ignored it. I looked down trying to find a safe spot to land. I got on the ledge on the outside of the house and moved slowly trying to find a safe spot.

I was getting close to a bush that hidn't been trimmed in awhille and before I could jump into it I heard police sirens.

"Shit," I muttered to myself. It was now or never. I jumped off and landed half on the bush half on the concrete.

I didn't acknowledge the pain as I have heard much more for a much longer time, not only mentally but physically. I limped away from the hell hole that I was abused in for a year getting not a single word a praise. I was glad I finally ran away with reason this time.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Both long time followers and people who are just searching for a book!