The sunlight shone through my transulcent-white drapes.  I opened my eyes slightly and peeked at the clock.  It was already 7:30AM! Time to get up, I said to myself. 

I crawled out of bed slowly and went into the bathroom to wash up.  As I entered, I looked at myself in the mirror.  My reflection looked terrible.  My hair was a total mess, my legs were badly bruised and cut, yesterday's make up still on my face.  I sighed and proceeded with my morning routine, brush teeth, shower, make up.  After that, I went back into my room and changed into some fresh clothes.

I dreaded every day.  I had no reason to continue living, really.  My mother ran off years ago and my father's a worthless, drunk bastard.  Always screaming at me for no reason and always abusing me for nothing. I had no close friends, no boyfriends, no girlfriends.  Life is nothing for me.  It is just a living hell. I crept down the stairs quietly praying that I wouldn't wake him up.  When I was downstairs, I looked around.  It looked as if some crazy teenagers threw a party here last night.  And on the floor lay my drunk father, passed out.  He probably had one of those nights where he brings his friends and es or god knows what over. 

Seeing the house like this was not my first time.  And frankly, I'm getting sick of it.  I ran back into my room and packed up some clothes and other things that I needed.  I had enough money to live on my own.  I left the house and walked straight to the airport, not even bothering about school.  I boarded the next flight, I didn't care the plane went, I just wanted to get away from that hellhole. 

As the plane lifted off the ground, I felt relieved and scared.  Scared that something extremely terrible is going to happen but relieved that I am finally away from that man who I am so disgusted to my father.