Teenage Runaway **Completed**

Hi my name is Garriyn Snow! I am 16 and my mom died 6 years ago and I am abused by my, always drunk, father. I have two best friends that i can only trust with my secrets and try to help me through my miserable life, Alexis and Christy (aka) Alex and Doug. One night when i finally got fed up with the abuse and i ran to Alexis and Christy's place and we thought of a plan. A wonderful plan makes us meet up with 5 wonderful people that changed me and my friends' lives forever.


22. Sold To Hell



     I've been sitting in this bed for weeks. My mind is running everywhere. My stomach is sinking as well as my cheeks. I'm too week to walk around for long periods of time. The time right now is 5:04 AM. I can't get to sleep, i'm thinking too much about what will happen to me. I'm scared, actually more like horrified. I don't know what's going to happen to me. Will i slowly begin to feel the pain of dying or will I live through this hell.

     I look up at the ceiling. The ceiling that has caved in around me and makes me think that I'm trapped here forever. The only thing about that is it's true. 

     I turn onto my side squeezing my eyes shut and curl into a ball. The stomach cramps are starting again. Another sign that doesn't sound too good. I hear my stomach making noises and I think to myself, "I haven't gotten bread in two days. When will I get something to eat?"


   *2 Hours Later*


     I'm still laying in bed awake when I hear the door open up to reveal Jake. I quickly sit up in bed and stand up. 

     He doesn't say anything he just hands me a plate of bread and leaves.

     "Thanks" i say with my shaky and now raspy voice. 

     He turns around and shuts the door and locks it from the outside. I sigh hearing that oh so familiar sound of the lock. The sound meaning you won't see the outside world anymore. 

     My mind goes back to reality and I see a plate of bread is in my hands. 

     I go to my bed and sit down on it. I pick up the small loaf of bed and break it in half to see the soft bread taunting me. I smell it and smell the delicious, sweet bread that is still warm. It must have been warmed up or freshly bought because it was still hot. I shove one piece of the bread into my mouth and I close my eyes and savor the moment i was lost in. I felt my saliva growing in the back of my throat at the taste of the bread. My heart was pounding. It tasted unreal. Like I was a starved horse in a field. I now know how it felt when abused animals lay in the hot sun with no food and someone finally took them to a pound and fed them. That's exactly what I was, an animal. It's exactly what I looked like too. Shoving the food down my throat, devouring it in seconds. 

     Moments later I looked down at the plate and saw nothing. Empty. I was still hungry though. I still felt like I was even before I ate it. By now I knew nothing could fill me up, not even a buffet like it was Thanksgiving. I needed much more then that. Not just food would help me. I was emotionally empty too. My eyesight was failing me too. The corners of my eyesight was turning black and when I woke up from what little sleep I did get it took a few seconds to see clearly. 

     Before all this I wasn't able to fit my whole hand around my wrist because my hands were too tiny. But now they reached around my wrist and my middle finger and thumb touched like a magnet. Nothing in between both ends to stop them from touching but air. 

     I set the empty plate on the ground and crawled back into my bed. Before I pulled the covers over me I stood up and looked out the window. I had to look in between the shades to see that the sun was rising.  I looked into the real world, the one that I was taken out of. The one that I dream of living in again. The one that all my loved ones are enjoying right now.


The one that took my life and sold it to hell.

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