How was I going to make it through the day? I had so much shit just pouring in and out of my mind and had no idea what to do! My name is Christi Fear and I am seventeen years old. I have dark auburn hair and blue eyes. I just have had enough. I have been fighting with my mom nonstop for the last couple of years. She never understood me and always had other kids she needed to take care of.

At first I just wanted to stay out of her way and just make her happy; if she's happy, I'm happy. This was not the case. She was always mean and I got tired of taking her shit. My mom's name is Annie and she has two kids besides myself. They are not my siblings though! She had them with the first guy she hooked up with after my dad. Her and "stepdad" had Rory and Lisa; who they absolutely adored. Those two could do no wrong in mom's eyes and I was just the ugly reminder of her past. 

"I'm not going", I yelled down the stairs. My so-called mother wanted me to go with her and Lisa to the mall. They liked to go and do girly things like get their hair and nails done. I on the other hand would rather be by myself. Why would you want to be with people who hated you. I was just waiting for the year to be over, so I could get out of this hellhole and away from the "adams family". 

"Fine, We'll be back when we're back." My mom, the beast hollered back. 

I went downstairs with my scratched ipod and cell phone in hand. I wanted to get out of the house before Rory got back from football practice and George, the stepjerk to got out of the bathroom; if I didn't get out quick then it would happen and I just didn't think I could handle it today. 

I walk to my favorite place in the whole wide world, the biggest oak tree in the forest. It was where I felt safe in a place full of hurt. I stuck my ipod in and just dozed off, i guess, because the next thing I kmew it was pitch black out in a starless sky. I was going to get in trouble and be punished. 

I quietly step through the door with a slight creak from the floorboards. I can just sneak to my room and act like I was there the whole time. I was slowly walking through the kitchen when out of nowhere a light comes on. I jump back with a fright and scream, when a hand clamps down on my mouth. I'm thinking don't be him, don't be him, don't be him, when out steps Rory with a look full of pure evil and desire in his eyes.

"Where were ya, sis?", my nightmare seethed.