• I woke up screaming in pain, world spinning. I thought it was just a dream, until I saw my blood soaked covers. I remove those and see my thin cotton tank top is dripping with blood and sweat. Memories come rushing back at me, His arrival, Him stabbing me and slapping my mother, and me waking up somehow in my warm, comfy bed, still covered in blood. With all that blood loss, I'm surprised I'm not dead. Yet. My mom bursts in the door.
    "Anna, what is it?" She says frantically, checking to make sure He isn't here. "Did Hairyass hurt you again?" That's why I love my mom, even basically facing death, she always makes a joke to cheer me up. By the by, His name is Harry. I didn't bring that up earlier because I cant bear to say His name too often. "Look, baby, we'll get out of here as soon as you're better. I cant bear to see you like this, and...."
    I was staring at her while she kept talking. He could be anywhere. He could be in the closet, right outside the door, anywhere. She shouldn't be saying stuff like that! If He found out she was talking like that, He'd kill her on the spot, Then probably take custody of me, seeing as He's the only father figure to me, and he would never let me forget mom's "mistake."(I always think of worst case scenarios)
    "Anna? Are you with me?"
    "Huh?" I stare at her blankly.
    "We're getting out of here." And just like that, she changed my bandages, and left.