I looked out the window carefully. I wanted to weep as the sun hit my face carefully. It felt burning even as I knew it was only the heat I wasn't quite used to. I turned and looked at the dark, tiny living room.

My mother sat on her usual couch spot, watching the TV in a much to interested way.

"Mommy.....?" I said quietly.
"WHAT!?" Her head almost turned for a moment but stopped and kept to the screen.
"Can I go outside?" I asked, already knowing the answer. I was never aloud outside....

I had never even left the house.

My mother didn't even bother to answer. I went back to watching out the window, being L.A. 's own Boo Radley. Not that they would notice me though.

I was seven then, and nobody knew I even existed. I shriveled away from the window, and hid before Daddy came home to hurt me more.