Novels by Neo Furby-Yorke

3 days later....I don't think I've felt this hungry in a while, I guess starving to death would be a terrible way to die in the grand scheme of things.I keep thinking that I dreamt of being transported here, but I have been here for a few days now at least, and every time I wake up, I'm still in this strange land.When I tried to get help, like asking where I am, the year, or even for some food; they yelled at me, chased me away, threw stuff at me, or tried to hurt me; some succeeded, but I gave as good as I got back in return.I was able to get some water from a fountain at least at a local park, however that's not going to sustain me for very long. I am by no means a survivalist, but I don't know what I can eat plant-wise in this strange place that isn't poisonous, and I don't think I should risk it.I was hoping for a split second that people would be nicer to me here, however that's clearly not gonna be the case, I guess I'm just destined to suffer my entire life no matter wher

Sixteen, that's how old I am, I still have to wait until I turn 21, before I can move out of my dad's house.Some people have a loving family home, however mine will, and never will be, a happy home.I don't know when things turned sour between me and my dad, or why he seems to loathe me to this extent. I think it's partly due to the fact that my mum left us when I was 8 years old, I barely remember her face since its been so long ago that I have seen her.I sometimes wonder where she is now, what she smells like, what she's doing, and who she's doing it with, and why she left me here with him!Maybe she never loved me, or she thought that I would turn out like my father, I don't know what the reason is, and I don't care, she abandoned me, left me behind with my dad!My father turned out to be untouchable by the law, he could practically get away with murder, after all he gets away with hurting me often enough.I can hear him downstairs now, which means I need to get up soon, or he'l

I want to escape, I don't want to feel like this anymore. I'm underwater, I can't breathe, but it's okay it'll be over soon. Just a little more, just a little longer, then the pain will be gone, and so will I. My lungs are heaving, trying to find oxygen where there is none, burning as they fill with water. I distantly hear a knock on the bathroom door, but this time I choose to ignore it, because I really mean to die this time, and refuse to let them interrupt me again. The pounding on the door continues, or maybe it's just my ears pounding to the beat of my heart.Just then, my dad bursts through the door, and approaches the bath tub. He must have used a penny to unlock the bathroom door again, I should have known they wouldn't let me go. He yanks me out of the water, and thus begins pounding on my back. I start expelling water, coughing it back up again. I guess I failed again, I'm still here in this wretched world, unfortunately. My head is pounding from being underwater without