Good morning, I'm alive, and I have a lovely little story to share!
First off, let me give you a layout of the second floor of my house.
Red=bathroom where I was trapped
Green=part of the house's roof I was sitting on
Blue=My bedroom where all my clothes were located, the door connecting the two rooms was the stuck door, and the door connecting this room to the hallway was locked.
Yellow=My parent's bathroom
Orange=My parent's bedroom
Purple=Brother's bathroom
Pink=Brother's bedrooms
Black=Hallways/staircase
Around 7:30 I heard my mom taking a shower, I started screaming and banging on the wall to get her to let me out. The door that leads into my bedroom was locked, and we don't have a key to it anymore, so the only way to get it open was to kick it down. So my mom, being the manlier woman, kicked the door open. She then got the screwdriver and took the doorknob off. Now she is mad at me for making her break the door.
Picture of the broken bedroom door.
Picture of the bathroom door.
Part of the roof that I was sitting on.
The towel I wore.
The place where I slept.
And the lovely cactus that kept me company throughout the ordeal