The Girl Locked in the Storage Room

My mother always said I was a sleep-deprived freak.

I'd pass out in the middle of class, during dinner, and even while crossing the street.

My homeroom teacher suggested a hospital check-up.

But Mom just scoffed at the idea. "She's just staying up late playing on her damn phone!" she'd bark.

After that, my phone was confiscated, and the lock on my bedroom door was ripped off.

Every time I looked drowsy, I got a stinging slap across the face.

I didn't want to get hit, and I didn't want to