• I placed my hand on my forehead to block the sun from blinding me. As I looked around, I realized that I was alone. Why was I out walking, anyways? Being the young girl that I was, I was very well aware of the dangers. I kept walking forward. My feet took me somewhere distant. I didn't have any idea where I was. On instinct, if you ended up somewhere abandoned and you didn't know where you were, you would retrace your steps and try to find your way home! Why didn't I do that? I ascended a large hill. As I reached the top, I squinted my eyes and looked around. Tan, dead grass covered the area. It was then that I knew something wasn't right; the place where I lived was made of nothing but green grass. I carelessly took a large step forward. I knew something horrible would come of that. Then it did.

    I lost my balance and went tumbling forward. Twigs stabbed into my bare arms and legs. I screamed as I kept rolling. I tried to stick my arms out to stop my tumbling only to have my hands cut open. I began crying for help. "Mommy! Please help me mommy!" I shouted. I needed my mom, the only person I could, and was ever allowed to, rely on. She wasn't around. "Mommy!" I screamed my loudest. My face was being cut up; I could feel dirt getting into the new wounds on my countenance. How could she allow her 8-year old daughter to be out here alone anyways? "Mommy!" I screamed again. She wouldn't come for me. She wouldn't come for me. How come she wasn't coming for me? Didn't she love me? "Mommy!!" I screamed a final time. By this time, I was crying so hard, it felt like my eyes were being torn out. The thought of how she wasn't coming for me hurt worse than the pain. Then I barely whispered, "M...m...mo..." It was then that my head was broken open by a jagged tree stump that had been sticking up out of the ground.

    I was released from the hospital a week ago. They had to keep me there for... I don't know how long. The doctors at the hospital said that I had a cuncussion, or however it is spelled, and went into a coma. I get headaches a lot and my memory is scattered. Another horrible part is that someone named Jenni came to my house saying that she was my childhood best friend... I don't remember her. She cried when I told her that I was having trouble remembering. To this day, I have scars on my face and the memory of how my mom wasn't there to help me.

    Somehow, my dad druggd me and brought me to the abandoned area after killing my mom. I had already made my guess that he killed himself as well. Surprisingly, I was wrong. My dad is still out there trying to avoid the police to this day. I am currently living with my Godparents, Aunt Tanya and Uncle Juan, in the Phillipines. I miss my mom a lot. She was the only person I relied on and I loved her. I feel so alone all of the time and I am repeating years of school & doing homeschool. Overall, this hole incident is a big pain and it is all my father's fault. If he ever happens to read this, I want him to KILL HIMSELF already and do us all a favor. He had no right to abandon me feeling this horrible.