Escaping Alcatraz

Sometimes I wonder what the outdoors is like. I wonder what winter is like, the feeling of snow. I wonder what summer is like, and going to the beach. I want to know what it's like to feel the wind on my skin. I've never been outdoors, at least not that I can remember. For the past fifteen years of my life I've been stranded in a basement with a bed, a heater, a bookshelf, a desk, and art supplies all crammed into a poor excuse of a room. This place i like to call Alcatraz.
What kind of monster could have the heart to do this to an innocent child? My father could. My father is Alexander Davis, but most people call him Father Davis. I am the child of a Christian Priest, and i have been his secret for fifteen years.
My dad got secretly married to my mother, who gave birth to me. Christian Priests aren't allowed to get married. He hid my mother and I in his basement. My mother put up living here until i was three, then she ran away to live a real life. One day, once I'm old enough I plan on doing the same thing.