If you have ever seen my face, you would think I'm shy. I really am. But the only reason I cover my face with my hair is because I cover the bruises. I don't talk much so people don't know me. You probably don't even know my name. Which is why I'm not telling you. If you don't know, then maybe there's a reason you don't know. Like maybe there's a reason I did what I did to cause my mother to be like this. I don't even know. I'm just talking crazy again. Anyways. I'm about to go take the trash out when I hear a sound. There she is. Following me. I want to scream but don't want to get in trouble with mother. I don't know how. But she recognizes my face from 5 years ago. It's driving me crazy. I know it's not real but I run to take the trash out. But before I reach the house door. She reaches for my hand. When the door swings open by mother yelling at me to get inside before some one sees me I turn around but she's nowhere in sight. Man she's good! If only I was that good at disappearing in plain sight!
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Sincerely, Melissa Lay