Learning what’s right and wrong
I ran and ran until my legs caved in from beneath me and I collapsed to the ground; my instincts were screaming at me to get up and keep going knowing I still wasn’t safe. Exhaustion washed over me like a slap to the face.”It was just a dream, it was just a dream” I repeated to myself trying to calm my rapid heart. Aggravated, I trudged toward the shower. (Ten minutes later) I guess I should give you some back story, my name is Lysandra and I’m seventeen years old. My parents abandoned me when I was a baby; I live with my foster parents Sharon and Andrew.High on drugs and alcohol they would take their anger out on me sometimes it was beating other times it was the method of starvation, delightful right? “Lysandra get down here right or else I will beat you until there is nothing left to beat” screamed my foster mother Sharon. Silently cursing her as I went; I descended the stairs with feminine grace, grabbed my backpack and set of to school.
