Mom, I've been doing some thinking. I don't think I can live with Dad anymore. I've tried to work it out with him over the years, and I know you have too. But the fact is, he doesn't like me. He never wanted children—he never wanted me. I simply can't take it anymore—the yelling, the unfair accusations, the constant fear that he would hurt me. And so, I've decided to leave home. I need to make my own way in the world. I'm scared, but it's the only way. I love you, and I love Dad, but I cannot live here anymore.
Author's note: I wrote and performed this last summer as part of an exercise at Drama Camp. Please tell me what you think. Should I make it into a whole play?