war of hearts

new beginings

tw//abuse, angst, knife, fire

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•no ones pov•

12 years of going to bridgeway school it was finally over. I had to start new. I ranaway to a new school and state, after spending almost 16 years in an abusive household, i was finally free.

<earlier that day>

<edens pov>

i need to get out of here even if it kills m-

"eden!"

shit.

"eden."

my door swings open, it looked like it was about to fall off the hinges. it was old and very worn out from being slammed shut and burst open, so it wouldn't be surprising if it fell off if i was being honest.

my dad walked into my room. i noticed he had a pocket knife on him, i was already scared of the fact he yelled for me, now terrified seeing he had a weapon with him.

"eden, your room isnt fucking cleaned like i asked."

i dont know what he was talking about. my desk was the only messy thing, but it was from me doing homework and notes.

i seen his hand lowering towards his pocket, i knew what was about to happen.

"im gonna go get something ill be right back, dont move a muscle." edens dad said walking out the door.

my mom passed away after i was born, i really wish she was here now, but i cant worry about that right now. now was my chance.

i immediately closed the door, we lived in a three story house so it would take my dad a minute to get downstairs and back up considering i was on the third floor.

i locked the door and immediately grabbed some spare gasoline i snuck in my closet while my dad was at the store.

i grabbed a lighter hidden in my drawer and grabbed my dragon stuffed animal and diary, both my mom had given me.

i poured the gasoline all over my bed and desk, while grabbing my headphones and phone opening spotify and clicked on the nearest playlist.

burning pile - mother mother

i grab my bag putting my dragon and my moms diary in it, putting on a black hoodie, gloves , converse, and ripped jeans.

i had my bag on my back, with my dragon and diary in it, phone in my pocket, and holding the lighter with my right hand.

i open my window, then hear my dad running up the stairs yelling my name.

"EDEN!" my dad ran to my door and started banging on it

"EDEN OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW OR ILL DO IT MYSELF"

"OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR"

"EDE-"

everything was drowned out as i turn up my music. i flicked my thumb as the lighter sparked a tiny flame. i looked out my window and saw a rope and trampoline at the bottom.

i looked at my door, as my dad started hitting it with a bat, then looked at my bed. i knelt down placing the flame at the line of gasoline.

i grabbed the lighter and immediately ran to my window, sliding down the rope that only went past the third floor, i fell off the rope.

everything felt like it was in slow motion. tears fell from my face like a waterfall. i slowly fell onto the trampoline and immediately jumped back into the air falling once again.

i fell on the trampoline again then regaining balance and ran to the woods. i was only 15 and didnt have a license yet, so i had to run.

i looked behind me and seen the whole house in flames. i didnt regret a single thing. i was finally okay, i was free.