I yelped as she dragged me over glass shards and other sharp objects that were left from this morning. She dragged me down the basement steps, once we reached the bottom, she switched to grab my arm and throw me to the devices which were placed near a table. 
                          
As I got a closer look, the table seemed to be a metal table to which patients would be strapped to while they were receiving surgery. I looked towards my mother as she held up a blade with a crazed look in her eye. 
                          
"Lay on the bed, pumpkin," she said with venom and hate clear in her voice. 
                          
I knew if I was to disobey her, I would have to pay the consequences. I quietly and quickly got up onto the bed, once I was up chains and ropes were placed around my wrists and legs. I saw sharp objects to my right and bangs to my left. My shirt was cut open and my stomach was exposed. I looked at my mother in fear, more than I had felt in the past few years. 
                          
Although I hadn't been down here, I had a clear idea of what this room would be used for. She began to carve into my stomach, I let out pained whimpers trying to stay and quiet as possible. When she dug a little too deep, I let out a loud pain-filled scream. 
                          
She laughed, "That is what I want to hear from that disgusting mouth of yours."
                          
After she cut a good amount into me, she began to inject different liquids into my system. Some felt like acid while others had no feeling at all. 
                          
This went on for hours, I had no clue when it was going to end. After a few more injections, I had lost count. The man came in and began doing the same thing as my mother, the only difference was that he seemed more practiced in this. I screamed and screamed until my throat felt as if I had swallowed glass. 
                          
Finally, they were done, but only with the tests. They came back and flipped me onto my stomach while ripping my shirt open, exposing my back. I wondered what they were doing, that was until I felt the first stripe of pain on my back. It was a whip. There were several more lashes.
                          
My ears were ringing so loudly, I had no idea if I was screaming anymore. Finally, the pain stopped. I was released from the ropes and chains, as I stood, my legs felt wobbly and weak. The world spun and I could hardly hear anything and everything was blurry, whether that be from blood loss or tears was unknown to me. 
                          
⚠️⚠️ABUSE/TORTURE OVER⚠️⚠️
                          
Once I was out of that dreadful place, I saw it was dark. I went to the nearest bathroom and began to clean myself up and put my bandages on. While doing this, an idea came to my mind. My father left, why can't I. I quickly finished up and quietly sped to my room and began packing my belongings, which wasn't much. I grabbed my phone, charger, headphones, toothbrush, toothpaste, and the one other outfit that I owned. I grabbed the note that dad had given me and the cat plushy I had been given for my 3rd birthday and some money I hid from my mother. The money I had seemed to be enough for a plane ticket, but I wasn't sure because I had never taken a plane before. I grabbed my passport and birth certificate, which I had found hidden in my mother's closet a year ago, and I shoved everything into my bag and put it over my shoulder.
                          
I took one more look at my room if you could even call it that. The one window that I was near was the only one that wasn't boarded up, my door had been thrown off its hinges, bloodstains on the floor, and some of the boards had been torn out. My walls had holes in them, either from my fist or from the countless times my mother threw me into the walls hard enough to cause damage to both me and the house. I know I wouldn't miss this place, the only thing I would miss is the memories I had with my father. I turned and quietly opened the window, as quickly as I could I tossed down my bag, making sure it landed in the bushes and trying to make it as quiet as possible.