I walked into the house my bangs covering my eyes. Mama and Dad weren't home and only a few of my siblings were home from school already. I walked up the stairs quickly and ran into my room, not looking back. I slammed my door, locked it, and threw my bag at the window, it didn't crack. I looked around my room with anger, sadness, and all out regret to what I was going to do. I took a picture of me and my friends and threw it on the ground making it crack. I then fell to the ground crying and holding the locket Mama gave me for my birthday. It was the only thing I could hold on to.

No matter how many times my siblings banged in the door to open up I wouldn't. Dad had made the doors kick proof so we couldn't open them from the outside in any kind of way. I thank him for that. I just cried my eyes out while holding onto that locket. The only thing I could actually reach out to........