Growing up with extremely strict parents like mine is just like living in Hell. The fire is constantly blown towards you repeatedly every day. The pores on your skin will widen. The only liquidly substance to quench your thirst is the taste of the bitter salt-like fluid that falls into your mouth as sweat drips from your forehead.
You're like a mouse caught in a trap; snapped down tightly. The pain from the clap goes throughout your whole body with no means of escape. Your organ system is slowing dying on the inside, until you can no longer take it anymore. You might just go insane from years of attempting to flee from the harsh place and just lay down hopelessly remaining in the never-ending life of a poor unfortunate soul.
Well this little mouse is not a quitter. It will no longer stay through all the suffering and pain. This mouse will try anything by all means to escape. It is a strong mouse, and will never give up hope until it sets itself free from all the horror.
