The pic is a picture of what Brittany looks like. Comment if she looks scary.

I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while but I've been busy with school work. But in back now. : )

In the morning Brittany came in the room to feed me. It was my usual breakfast, but after I was finished eating she brought me another dish. This one had chicken on it. "You've never gave me chicken before." "Well things change," Brittany said. She walked out of the room, and I started to eat the chicken she brought me. A couple hours later I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I didn't know what it was, I thought that maybe it was just an upset stomach from something I ate. So I waited for the pain to pass by. But the more time that passed the more the pain excavated. When Brittany walked in the room. I told her that my stomach was in knots. She didn't respond. I realized that the chicken she gave me was pink and that my mom has always told me that pink chicken would give me food poisoning. "Why would you give me food poisoning. Wasn't that chicken my reward for being a good girl?" No response. I was getting mad at her not talking back to me when I said something. But I didn't have the strength to get up and hit her. And I didn't want a punishment. When she cut me open it hurt really bad. And if I got a punishment it would be worse than that. So I stayed in bed and tried to rest. Brittany didn't leave the room. She stayed and watched me closely. Not long after I was throwing up all over the place since she wouldn't bring me to the bathroom or the hospital. It started to really stink in the room. And she wouldn't clean it, give me meds, or feed me until I stopped and felt better.
A COUPLE DAYS LATER
the pain was now gone and Brittany stopped watching me. Brittany said that she was going out to get some food and that I should stay out and not move or I would get a punishment. But when she left I didn't listen to her rule. I was tired of being treated this way. So I ran for the door. The door had 4 locks on it. I had to find the keys, and quick. I ran around the house trying to find them. After a while I found them hung up on the top of the wall. I stacked chairs over chairs to reach it. I was hoping that it wasn't to late to leave this place. I chanced it and booked it for the door, I unlocked the door and ran outside. I tried finding a house near by to call the police. But there wasn't a single house near by and I knew that Brittany would be here soon. So I kept running. I must have been running for at least an hour before I found a house. I ran for the door and knocked on it. The person answered, I asked to use the phone. They gave me a pair of cloths to wear and gave me a shower because they felt bad that I was in dirty cloths and I had a big cut down my chest and stomach. I called 911 and told them all about what had happened, they didn't believe me though. But they were happy that they have now found me, they said that I've been missing for almost 5 months. It felt like I've been stuck in that house for my whole life. The woman took the phone and told them the address that I was at. The police came picked me up and brought me home. My mom held me tight and started crying saying that she thought she lost me forever. I didn't go to school the rest of the year. But after the year was done I went back to school, I didn't want to go back to school because I knew that the police didn't get Brittany yet. But my mom said that it would help me. I was starting to get depressed at the fact that I knew Brittany was still looking for me or other children like me. I asked my mom to move but she said that I needed to get over my fear of Brittany finding me again. I was in school for a couple of weeks and I was starting to feel safe. So I told my mom that I was able to go to school by myself. So I was going to school by myself. I wasn't playing with anyone and I didn't want to be talked to, All I wanted to do was to be alone in peace. Until I went out for recess.
This pic is a picture of what Bethany looks like.

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