Book Creator

Escape

by Nancy Elfiky

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outside by the neighborhood to give them the sun they need. I couldn’t help but sigh. I can feel the tear running through my face as I see my reflection through the window.
‘Gosh, why can’t I be like them” I asked myself.
“Knock Knock” I heard someone at the door.
“Leave me alone,” I mumbled. 
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I decide to log on to my laptop as my mom is asleep in the middle of the night. I tried to search for something but I couldn’t resist the ad that had popped up on the corner of my screen,”Meet new people just like you!”. I thought for a second but I told myself, “Pfft yeah right I bet there is anyone that’s like me” 
I sighed while closing my laptop and getting under my cover. As I closed my eyes I could imagine me and my Father running around in the sand and swimming in the sea.
“I miss you Dad..” I tell myself silently as I open my eyes from my dream. 
Later on in the morning as I see my Mom leaving the house while preparing the famous recipe of pancakes.
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“Hey, Where are you going?” I asked
“Uhm...I’m going to visit your Dad.. your Dad’s grave,” She said with a half-smile.
‘Oh wow, ahaha you’re making your Dad’s recipe?!” She chuckled.
I smiled back, but inside me, I felt so upset. I wanted to visit Dad and tell him about my life, but I am on lockdown for the rest of my life. I started looking at the sharp cutter across the room I thought and thought, As I was about to grab it and rip out my skin, the maid came and I quickly put it down.
“What are you doing?” She asked
“Oh nothing, just- just getting the cutter for..uhh..arts and crafts!” I said hesitantly. 
As she left the thoughts flooded back at me.
“No, no, no I can”t do this,” I thought to myself
I quickly ran upstairs and locked my door. I grabbed my headphones and grabbed my favorite books my Dad read to me as a child, “Learning to Fall: The Blessings of an Imperfect Life by Philip Simmons. My dad has always said that this book represented me somehow, I never understood why, but as I’m growing up
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“Hey, Where are you going?” I asked
“Uhm...I’m going to visit your Dad.. your Dad’s grave,” She said with a half-smile.
‘Oh wow, ahaha you’re making your Dad’s recipe?!” She chuckled.
I smiled back, but inside me, I felt so upset. I wanted to visit Dad and tell him about my life, but I am on lockdown for the rest of my life. I started looking at the sharp cutter across the room I thought and thought, As I was about to grab it and rip out my skin, the maid came and I quickly put it down.
“What are you doing?” She asked
“Oh nothing, just- just getting the cutter for..uhh..arts and crafts!” I said hesitantly. 
As she left the thoughts flooded back at me.
“No, no, no I can”t do this,” I thought to myself
I quickly ran upstairs and locked my door. I grabbed my headphones and grabbed my favorite books my Dad read to me as a child, “Learning to Fall: The Blessings of an Imperfect Life by Philip Simmons. My dad has always said that this book represented me somehow, I never understood why, but as I’m growing up
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