Rebecca started crying when she got home. She was bleeding and had wounds all over her. She couldn't even carry her own backpack so she dragged it home. Rebecca ran to her room. "REBECCA!" Her mother screamed. Rebecca didn't listen. She sat on her bed, crying her eyes out. Just then, Rebecca's mother stormed to her room. "I was calling you twip. Go make me dinner now!" Rebecca's mother demanded. "Mother, I can't I am very weak. I need to slee-" Rebecca was interrupted by her mother. "I don't care if you're weak or not. Just make me dinner." Rebecca was weak. She was so weak that even standing was hard work. But she did as her mother said. After making her mother dinner, she headed off to her room and locked the door. For the first time, she did not go to school. She slept for the whole day while her mother was at work. She was lonely and did not have anyone. She afraid, she was hurt.