At the age of ten, Adsila Johnson knew not to cry, not even to talk if her parents were in the house. She had learned at an early age that if she cried, her parents would hit her. She didn't have any siblings & she knew that if she told her teachers at school what was going on, they probably wouldn't believe her. To the PTA, her parents were considered exceptional parents. They couldn't do anything wrong. But to Adsila, they were the nightmare parents. If she hadn't been born, her parents would've been happier. She knew this because her mother had told her one time when she was nine. But she was born & her parents have told her she was a mistake from the beginning.
But to her, the only escape was through her stories. She had made up stories & written them down during creative time at school. She was always told by the teachers that she was an excellent writer. When encouraged to show them to er parents, Adsila only took them home and hid them in an old backpack in her room. But that's also where she hid the gun she had taken from her uncle one day while he was passed out on the couch. She had hidden it there, just in case she needed it.
Adsila's grandmother had tried to get custody of her when she was a child, but the state had always given Adsila back to her parents after such altercations. Now grandma was dead and Adsila was all alone. She hated feeling alone, but what could she do?