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I fell asleep. And when I woke up again I was older. This has happened often. But i'm never much older. The man often looked like he aged quite a bit though. Maybe he was stressed from having me around. But why would I care? He was mean and crazy.

But if you saw him you would've thought that he looked completely normal.

He had a nicer looking face. Not in an attractive way just as though he was approachable. He was skinny and a little shorter for a man maybe around 5'6. Not intimidating in the slightest. He seemed to have many friends who didn't know about what he did behind the scenes. A face really can hide a lot. I guess no one can judge a book by its cover.

"Hey kid. What's today they said it was a good day for children."

I looked down and with a shaky voice and teary eyes I said "It's my birthday."

"That's funny. Guess who won't be celebrating that?" he laughed menacingly and walked out of my room.

He usually didn't come in here. As long as I did anything he asked he wouldn't hit me either.

Now that I see this place. I remember everything. I don't get why I have to relive it again. These were some of the worst and scary times for me.

The only time of my past I want to live through again is when I was 16-17. I was so happy.

I would get to see him again. Wouldn't I? I didn't realize till now how much I missed him. It's been so long. Why can't I get over him? He wasn't that important was he? He was that important honestly.

I can't remember everything perfectly despite going through it again. The non-important days, the days where I would only be in the room or when he wouldn't talk to me. I don't remember very clearly.

I would fall asleep and then wake up on a different, more important day. I wonder why I remember this day? Is this why I hate my birthday? Because of what he said?

When I fell asleep again. I woke up in my room. Something felt different today. The man wasn't here. And despite being here for a pretty long amount of time I still didn't figure out his name. But that didn't matter now. Today was the day where I was going to escape.

I opened up the window in my room and was going to jump out of it. But I was scared. My little heart was beating insanely. I could die if I do this but does that matter? Because the choice was either stay here or jump. When I figured that out I walked off the window seal. Heading for the trash bin below me. It wasn't hard to land in it as the bin was pretty close to me. The man lived on the second floor so I didn't mind the jump as much as I thought I would.

I was very light since he would feed me only once or twice a week. So when I fell it didn't hurt much. The time with him made me gain quite the pain tolerance. I climbed to the top of the trash can and jumped off. Which wasn't scary since I jumped from so high before. I had an adrenaline rush.

I was away!

I was unsure of where I was heading so I decided to walk in any direction. I went left from the alley I was in. I over heard the man talking about how he wasn't going to be home for most of the day. So he shouldn't find me for a bit of time.

There was a huge lake right near me. It was gorgeous. I've never been out into the city or out anywhere since the man took me away.

Then I heard his voice. Deep and raspy. I turned around immediately.

The man was there. But why? Wasn't he suppose to be gone? My eyes started to get teary again. Why wouldn't he let me go. He hated me so much. Why can't I just be away from him.

Despite the tears now in my eyes there was no way I was going to be caught again. I couldn't be. There would be no use in running as he was faster than me and was almost next to me by now. So I did the only thing I could do.

I jumped in the lake. I couldn't swim. But it was either him or death. And I honestly rather die.