Creative Thinking Saves the Day

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Creative thinking saves the day
It rained that night, the night I did not have a blanket. My blanket was taken away from me by the man. He had taken it just like the way he had taken me. I still remember the day when he asked me for help to look for his dog. I was so stupid to follow him but I was too young to understand not to follow strangers but he knew my name but that was probably because I was wearing my school uniform. I felt like crying but there was no tears left to cry out. The familiar sound of the door opening was to be heard. I covered my face with the worn out pillow that I had as the man walked in. He walked towards my bed and shaked me but I pretended to be asleep because I was scared. I could have easily fought him and escaped but I tried that a few months back and he starved me for a month. He left the food and water on the small table next to my bed. He sat down at the bottom of my bed for a while before getting up to leave. He never forgets to lock the door. When he left, I got up and went to the food and water and ate it up in a few seconds. The floor was freezing. I had added the slippers in the list of things I needed but he never brought it. I asked for many things as well but he never brought anything but food. Again, he forgot to take out the trash I put in a plastic bag next to the door. The rubbish was already piling up on top of each other and the smell was unbearable. I went back to bed and stared at the ceiling. The fan was switched off but I was still freezing. I was tired but I didn’t want to sleep in case the man came back. In the end, I did sleep. I woke up early the next morning. I wanted to have cereal for breakfast but there wasn’t any. I had nothing else to eat because I had eaten my breakfast the night before. On top of that, it was freezing. The man probably switched of the heater again. I so badly wanted to go away from this place but there was no way I could escape from him and even if I did, I didn’t know whether...
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