Running Away

Running Away

OK this is my second attempt of writing a story so let me know what you think. im not sure im sticking with the same name so let me know if you have better ideas. please comment and rate. thanks =) oh and by the way, what im writing about is all fiction it never hapened to me. i have the best and most loving parents anyone could ask for

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Dear Mom and Dad,
You probably would have noticed by now that I am not at home. Though you probably don't even care. If your wondering why I'm not there there answer is simple. It's because tired of being abused by you, because I dont want another one of "Those Nights", because I've died inside and the only way to save myself was to escape. So I did. Who will you take your anger out on now, each other? I'm not your little toy anymore. Something you can just throw away when your done or bored with it. I'm free. Dad, you always took your anger out on me. When you had a bad day at owkr you would come home and puch me and kick me until you were tired and drenched with sweat. And when Mom found out you were cheating on hr you took a knife and cuz my rists. Mom, you never cared about me. When I came home one day with a broken rist and asked you to take me to the hospitol you said no, that you were busy, and i could walk there myslef. Besides you didn't want to miss your appointment at the spa. So I did walk all 20 miles to the hospitol and when the doctors asked where my parents were I said they weren't aware I was here. That I had just come to the hospitol without telling them because I didn't want them to know about my rist. You see, I didn't want anyone to find out about what you did to me so for 16 years I kept it a secret only telling my best friend Alexis. And now I don't have to worry about you anymore. But before I'm finally gone and out of your life I have one question. What did I do to make you, my own parents, hate me so much?
Sincerely,
Katy

That was the letter I wrote to my parents about 4 months ago. They haven't even tried looking for me. As I wandered the streets I looked for those missing person signs. There were none. I watchd the news on the TVs in stores or when people left their shades open and I could see insdie to see if they were looking for me. Nothing. They just didn't care. As I knew they would. No one cared about me. Only Alexis but she is long gone. She moved even before I ran away. Why, might you ask, am I not looking for her? Well imagine you were in my shoes. She knows about what my parents did so if people hear that I have gone missing she will suspect that my parents got bored and just went ahead and killed me. They would have at some point if I hadn't run away.
Now as I sit here on a tree stump I think that I am actually glad I left. Not just because it ended the abuse, but because nature is so beautiful. Its my favorite time of year. Fall. I love to see all the vivid colors on the trees, Red, yellow, orange, green. It was just so amazing. October also had my favorit holiday. Halloween. I just loved to scare people and to be scared. I was going to be a girl from the wild. No costume needed. I sigh. It's getting dark now. I walk over to my shed and go inside. It's been there for years. I can tell because the wood is rotting away and its falling apart. All I have to sleep on is a blanket and a pillow I brought with me. Nothing else. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

Have you ever had a dream where you are about to die? Like falling of a cliff, drowning, or burning to death? Right now I'm drowning. And I couldn't be more peaceful. I actually want to die. Dieing is easy, living is hard. But I can't. I feel like there is something I need to do with my messed up life before I leave forever. So I open my eyes and I'm back in the world I hate. Its freezing out side. And everything is wet. So it just rained. Maybe thats why I was drowning in my sleep. My parents adopted me when I was ten. My real parents were both dead. Someone shot them. I remember right before my brother when to fight in the war he told me somethng. Dreams prepared you for something in your life. Like when you were little and dreamed of all those scary monsters it was preparing you for self defence. Huh, I wonder what this one was for. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

(sorry for any spelling mistakes)

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