"Get down here now!" I slowly slump down the stairs. "I am leaving! Watch Ellie!" mom screams at me. She grabs her purse and storms out the house. It was only 5:00 pm and it was pitch dark, 33ºƒ and no heat. I pick Ellie up and cradle her in my arms.
I want to leave, I don't want to be here anymore. The man upstairs was also gone, the man that my mother rented the room too. I set Ellie on the couch and walked into the kitchen. "What's this?Sugar?" I walk toward a white powder. I set my finger in it and raise it to my lips. I licked it off. Not sugar. I look around the kitchen. The kitchen was covered in whatever that white powder was. I look around, the house was barely lit so I had to squint to get a good look. Everywhere the kitchen was covered in the powder, the floor, the table, the chairs. I hear a floorboard creak and I quickly flip around to see Ellie standing there. She was only 3, she was too young to suffer through this, and so was I.