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| 25 Apr 2012 07:44 PM |
Note: This is a combination between my many other stories, therefor to make it more interesting! *************************************************************** I woke up in my bed, which is actually the couch and went to the kitchen. Eating my same cereal, every morning, every day. nothing ever seems to change. Everytime I do something wrong my dad whacks me with his belt, yes it hurts, but am I supposed to do? Run away? Protest? Scream? I don't know. My mother is just a drunk, so she is obviously is no help at all. Run away, I echo in my mind. Thats it! i'll run from my abusive parents! My dad walks into the kitchen, and gives me an agitated look. "What I do now?" I ask irritated. He looks at me and gives me a cold stare and turns to his coffe. Why does my dad have to be so mean? I mean ever since I could remember he was always the mean one in the family. Behind my house there is achres of forest, seems to go on forever. I think thats where i'll run, best bet to get away. During the night would mean making noise downstairs, but its worth a beating if i'm atleast going to attempt to run, right? Maybe this is a dumb idea. I make a list of everything i'll potentially need. Backpack to carry stuff, water cantene, sleeping bag, gun, food that won't spoil, and a knife. Where am I gonna find all that stuff? Backpack from school, water cantene from the camping trip last summer, sleeping bag from camping also, my dad's gun, kitchen knife.....But what about the food? All we eat here is the bare minimum. I pack everything but the food, Its a huge temptation to take my mother's canned food, but I know she will need it. The sleeping bag doesn't fit so i carry it by hand. "Time for bed." My mother says. "Ok, whatever." I grumble and then stumble to the couch with my backack. I lay in my bed, watching the ceilling and just waiting, waiting until it was time to run. The clock says 11:38. I continue to watch it and gather other things I might want, or need. I walk down the wood stairs quietly, but the wood is creaking. I start to get annoyed with the sound and walk a bit faster. The wood breaks beneath my feet. Immediately, my dad is up and has a gun in his hands. "Who is there?" He says. "Just me." I say. "Get to bed before I kick you out!" He screams at me. I begin to sob and hold my knees to my chest as he walks back into the darkness. I want to swear at him, kick him till he begs for mercy, but that will never happen. After i'm done crying, and i'm sure my parents are asleep, I walk to the door, and gently open it with the quietest nudge on the handle. The door swings forward, letting the night breeze sweep over me. I smell the night air and walk outside without a sound. The night air was much cooler than during the day, though, what does it matter now? i'm free! I begin to sprint into the woods, running until I can barely bare having no more breath. I drop the backpack on the snowy ground and sit agaisnt a tall tree, looking at the moonshine glimmer through the tall trees. I can see my breath, cold and chilled. I begin to shiver uncontrollably and search my backpack for anything useful. Nothing. Nothing useful. Nothing helpful. I get to my feet, still freezing in the winter air. I notice a movement about the corner of my eye. I look at the spot, a bush, it was moving, but now it isn't. I go to look at the bush. Nothing is there. I hear another movement up in a tall tree close by. I turn to see a large boy, probably twice my size heading my way, with a bloody knife and piercing eyes. |
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| 25 Apr 2012 08:09 PM |
| cool, im glad you added more details ^_^ |
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