Misery Novel By Stephen King Novels & Stories

I wouldn't— They could manage without me. The bookkeeping and all of it. I was done, done with this miserable life I was born into. I did not wish to run away or be a fool and think that I could. He would just hunt me down like the deer he once brought and helplessly dumped it in front of me on the floor. I wanted to run away, run away from this life and all it's misery. I did not care for anyone or anything. What I looked forward to and kept me going for the past four months was gone. Wrongfully taken away from me, I'd never forget the misery and horror. My head ached. "She is still bleeding but refuses to move. I'm getting worried Mrs. Brown."