I ran and ran. The forest was deeper than i thought. But it doesnt matter , what matters now is to get far away from him. I looked back and saw him running towards at me in full speed with a knife in his hand.

"Damnn ,why is he so fast"? I muttered under my breath.

I was panting so hard, and my heart was pounding loudly. The forest was really dark. Tall trees, branches without leaves, covered the sky making the moon break. The owl hooted loudly. I suddenly spotted a tree which was wide and hid behind it, waiting for whoever was behind me to pass by me.

I could hear rustling of leaves and knew he was right behind me.

'Please leave , please leave..please...' I prayed silently. I could hear his footsteps nearing. And then it was all silent.

Silence and silence and silence....

I sighed out in relief and turn around , only to see a man smiling creepily, making one of his teeth glow in dark and raising his knife above his head.

'Goodbye' he said and without wasting a second, he stabbed my stomach deep inside as I stared down in horror to see my stomach getting covered in blood now.

'NO!!' I screamed loudly as I woke up from the nightmare.

I was shivering and my whole body was completely drenched in sweat. My hair on the neck rose up as I tried to recall that man's face. What the hell was that! I was still shaking uncontrollably when I heard a loud knock on the door. I was startled by the sound and looked at the person standing at the door , and saw another nightmare.

'Get the hell up stupid' my mom or that's what my birth certificate says, said.

'You have been screaming for hours and my ears are itching now'. Said by another girl which just came up behind her. Aka big sister again aka rachel.

'We were trying to eat and thank you for ruining it'. She said.

'I-i-i am ss..so..sorry' I said almost whisperingly, still breathing hard. My chest became heavy again.

'Is she getting a panic attack again? Omg she just wont get over that, would she?' Rachel laughed at me and went back to the kitchen, and mom glared at me.

'If you want food, clean the room first...and don't forget to drop Rachel at school'. Mom said as she also went back to the kitchen downstairs.

After they shut the door , I sighed in relief. Rachel said right. I was about to get a panic attack. It wasn't yesterday or day before that it started. It started when I was 9 yr old. An incident I would never forget. I tried to ignore the hurtful memory and pushed it aside trying it be hidden deep inside. It's a lock that i dont ever want to open.

But ever since, it had biggest disadvantages for me. I would always stutter whenever I tried to talk . From the biggest monster to small silly prank can make me jump up like crazy and starts giving me these attacks. Bullying was pretty common in my life and proofs are there in my body of that.

I dont even get good food half of the days if I don't follow the house rules. I had to do everything they say , from cooking to licking the floor. But my sister's life is complete opposite. She was the princess here. It was so obvious mom liked her alot better than me. And the fact what makes it more sad was that I knew I deserve it after what I had done a few years back.

Anyways in short,

My life was all about surviving.

I stretched my arms and got up folding the thin blanket which could barely cover my whole body. I jumped down from the bunk bed. No one was on the first bed. It was covered by dirty laundries and pile of trash bags which I had to take it out later.

Yep, that's my room. My room was as small as a car's size. The walls wore a dull grey in colour in which there was a crack on top. Whenever it rained , water would drip up from there. There was no any air conditioner except a small window which had a broken glass fixed to it on the top. So thankfully , on windy days, the room gets cooled. and other times it would drench of sweat.

There wasn't a toilet in my room and i can't use the other toilets as it is against the rule , and I can't exactly pee in public road. So I used to do my emergencies in a can or a cup or whatever available at the trash kit. I would take it , use it , and keep it back on the same place.

So yea , my room is indeed smelly and congested. But what's worst is that , I have to deal with Rachel and her bfs she would bring in this room to get on top of each other and I have to control myself not to puke or something. Rachel thinks she is safe in my room to not to get caught in mom's eye. And it worked out perfectly well , so ever since then Rachel would bring one after another and I have to close my eyes for hours trying to suppress my tears.

After all the morning routine inside the same room itself ,i put my wrinkled uniform which hadn't been washed for 1 week. I opened one of the trash bags to check for an object I have been wanting for a while now. I smiled when I found it. A 'comb!'. I tied back the trash bag and picked up the mirror which I got years back.

I combed my short black hair. It was actually waist long , but due to my bad hair health condition, my hair got tangled up and gets loosened with time. Unfortunately I lost a good amount of hair this time. Now it was only upto my ear tips.

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw 19yr old me. I had black eyes and pale face. I had thin lips and braces on my teeth. And yep, I do wear a round glasses which my dad bought for me secretly two months ago. I didnt have a shoes yet , so I managed it with slippers two of different sizes I got from the trash bag. It's funny how I got most of the things from trashes. I picked up 3 trash bags and my school bag ,and stood near the door of my room taking a deep breath.

God knows what am I gonna encounter today...