One for the Trapped

Just shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up. That’s enough, now stop. I get it. Please, just shut up.
These are the thoughts that were currently going through Dakota’s head, as she sat on the floor of her room with her legs curled up to her chest and her arms around her knees.
“Dakota, I am so sick of you and your attitude! You and your moodiness! You and-” blah blah blah. That was her mother, Kathryn. A nice woman most of the time, but once the doors were closed she was the devil incarnate.
Not for the first time, Dakota considered getting up and leaving. Just being here one day and gone the next. This time, though, she gave it legitimate consideration.
I could seriously just leave. It’s what they all want. It’s not like I have much to take...
Dakota looked around at her starch white room. White walls, white bedspread, white desk, white chair, white lilies on the dresser, white board, white bed frame, white curtains, white rug and the list goes on. It was an awful room. As a sign of protest to her parents, she refused to decorate it.
This used to be her room before---
No, Dakota told herself, don’t think about it.
She never once slept in her bed, either. Everything, essentially, was beautiful. Untouched. In some ways, it was a little bit like her. She was kind of a blank slate, nothing interesting. Somewhat scary in the lack of personality.
Dakota uncurled herself from the ball she was sitting in on the floor. She didn’t even like to sit on the rug, it left evidence she had been there.
If I left, where would I go? Who would I stay with? Who, really, would care?
Dakota shook her head. Nowhere, no one. That’s just it. No one would care.
“I don’t understand why you can’t be more like-” her mother broke off, about to name a family membe...

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... YOUR GOD...!!!"
Sounded like Dakota's phone was ringing. Now, where did she put it...
"Dakota, turn that shit off!" Was Kathryn's voice coming from the kitchen.
"It's just my phone, jeez, calm your tits," was Dakota's response.
"Dakota Evanescence James! You don't talk to your mother like that!" Blah blah blah. Mothers were annoying.
Although, Dakota had to admit she liked her middle name. It was the one way her mom actually did something right for once.
Dakota hunted for her phone in the living room. She finally found it between the couch cushions. She read the caller ID. Ashley. Huh. What could she be calling Dakota for....
"Hey, Ashley," Dakota said into the receiver.
"Dakota, I need to talk to you," was Ashley on the other end.
"Okay, talk." Dakota wondered what was up.
There was a pause on the other line.
"No, in person..."
Oh. Well, this should be interesting.