She brought her hand up and slapped me, her face became all scrunched and angry looking. “How dare you! You are a sick boy!” Another slap came but onto the other cheek. “How could you do this to me! You ungrateful child! You are so sick! You are not my son!” She yelled and stormed to the door. Before she opened the door, she said “Don’t you dare tell anyone about this! I will beat you to death if I hear about this again!” Then she opened the door and slammed it shut. I heard a click and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

I started to cry. I was so sick…I even upset mommy.

“Momma please let me out. Its dark in here. I’m scared of the dark.” I started to panic. What if she never came back? What if she forgets about me? What if I die in here?

My body started to shake uncontrollably, and I couldn’t breathe. I collapsed to the floor gasping for breath.

“Mo..mma……. huuu…. ple….ase…..hel….me.” I gasped soon I couldn’t move or see anything. I realized I was probably going to die but maybe that would be better for mommy so it was okay.