I got in my bed and stared at my new toys. It were my birthday and I were now 10,
but I didn't know that I would hate that day so much after. I fell asleep but woke up two am. I heard footsteps and someone came in. "Hi daddy" I said innocently. The person looked at me with big eyes and I saw that it wasn't dad. Then everything were black.
I woke up and looked around.
I was still kidnapped and were still abused.
The man walked into my room and as always started scream, punch and hit me.
I couldn't take this anymore.
I kicked him in the... "place" and started to run away from him.
But then I heard a crack, the man broke my arm.
He took a knife from his jeanpocket and stabbed me in the arm.
I fell on the floor and he stabbed me in my arms and legs.
Then he was near to stab me in the stomach but I rolled up and kicked him in the head.
He fell to the floor and I took the key from his pocket and "ran" out.
Nothing looked like before.
I tried to walk but after a while I collapsed.
/Skylar
