Prologue
Winter is not the best time of year in this home, if you would call this shit hole a home. A shiver runs down Alyssa back as she attempts to pack what little she has that she can claim as her own property, silly really she doesn’t really own anything just a few measly rags but they are hers.
As she quietly creeps over to her broken bedroom window she quickly puts her bag of rags through, but carelessly the broken shards of glass nips her arm, hissing from the pain she sees that there’s blood but its nothing in comparison to what she had endured before.
She looks behind her at her sleeping sister who is still too young to understand the horrors of this hell. There in that moment she makes a silent promise to herself and her sister that she will be back and save her from here. Then carefully slips through the broken glass and runs for her life, as it all depends on this very moment.
