English Language: Assignment B
Escape
These past nine months have probably been the longest of my life. Rocking around in the Christmas
tree, all year long. Useless. Unwanted. Just like a piece of trash.
My father has been trying to get rid of me ever since I was alive. Alive and healthy. That’s all my
mom cared about. And she had to. Or else I would’ve actually ended up in the trash. But she’s
weak… Her energy is drained because of me. She’s gained so much weight is barely able to stand up
without me getting in the way. She’s also terrified. Terrified of what my father might do to me.
Especially after he finds out what I really am…
I can’t breathe, nor eat. But I’ve just learned to open my eyes. I can’t believe I’ve been able to make
it this far. Now I can’t leave or else my mom will die, so my father has no choice but to accept me
now. Unless he decides to disown me later on, which I will think about later because there’s too
much going on right now.
I am looking around my wall and all I can see is pink. I love pink, and my whole entire room is made
up of pink, curved walls. Ones that are so smooth to the touch, and the colour so soothing to the
eye. I love it so much. It’s always so peaceful, mostly quiet, unless my father decides to shout again.
But it’s kind of small. It feels like it is as small as a pink balloon filled with water. Although I do get to
swim around a lot, there isn’t much space left for me to do so. But it’s ok, because there is only two
months left until I can go to a much bigger room. I can’t wait!
A few more weeks go by and I’m growing, which means I’m being left with even less space. I’ve
started to understand what my parents are saying and doing out there. At first, I used to think it was
just some weird babbling. I could just tell whether they were happily laughing, franticly crying, or
driving each other mad. But now I can actually hear and understand exactly what they are saying.
Obviously, there are some words that I am still learning, but I’m getting there.
Wait. What. No. It can’t be. No. What will father do when he finds out? I’m even more scared now.
I’m terrified. Shaking like a freezing ice cube. I think I’m more scared of his reaction than what he
might do to me or mom after he finds out. What if he kicks me out? To starve and die? A little
munchkin left to starve and die is child abuse. But I won’t be able to report him because when I go
out there, I won’t be able to walk or talk. You should’ve have heard him rage into a roaring gorilla
when the doctor nearly said who I actually was, and not what my mom told her to say that I was. The
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Escape
These past nine months have probably been the longest of my life. Rocking around in the Christmas
tree, all year long. Useless. Unwanted. Just like a piece of trash.
My father has been trying to get rid of me ever since I was alive. Alive and healthy. That’s all my
mom cared about. And she had to. Or else I would’ve actually ended up in the trash. But she’s
weak… Her energy is drained because of me. She’s gained so much weight is barely able to stand up
without me getting in the way. She’s also terrified. Terrified of what my father might do to me.
Especially after he finds out what I really am…
I can’t breathe, nor eat. But I’ve just learned to open my eyes. I can’t believe I’ve been able to make
it this far. Now I can’t leave or else my mom will die, so my father has no choice but to accept me
now. Unless he decides to disown me later on, which I will think about later because there’s too
much going on right now.
I am looking around my wall and all I can see is pink. I love pink, and my whole entire room is made
up of pink, curved walls. Ones that are so smooth to the touch, and the colour so soothing to the
eye. I love it so much. It’s always so peaceful, mostly quiet, unless my father decides to shout again.
But it’s kind of small. It feels like it is as small as a pink balloon filled with water. Although I do get to
swim around a lot, there isn’t much space left for me to do so. But it’s ok, because there is only two
months left until I can go to a much bigger room. I can’t wait!
A few more weeks go by and I’m growing, which means I’m being left with even less space. I’ve
started to understand what my parents are saying and doing out there. At first, I used to think it was
just some weird babbling. I could just tell whether they were happily laughing, franticly crying, or
driving each other mad. But now I can actually hear and understand exactly what they are saying.
Obviously, there are some words that I am still learning, but I’m getting there.
Wait. What. No. It can’t be. No. What will father do when he finds out? I’m even more scared now.
I’m terrified. Shaking like a freezing ice cube. I think I’m more scared of his reaction than what he
might do to me or mom after he finds out. What if he kicks me out? To starve and die? A little
munchkin left to starve and die is child abuse. But I won’t be able to report him because when I go
out there, I won’t be able to walk or talk. You should’ve have heard him rage into a roaring gorilla
when the doctor nearly said who I actually was, and not what my mom told her to say that I was. The
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