Running Free, Without Me

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Broken. Ran-down. Dark.

It was like looking at a ghost town, but it wasn't completely 'dead' for say, but still pretty scary.

It's been ten years since I have been in this town. My hometown. It seems as if a hurricane of darkness, evil, and destruction went on through here without a care in the world. It seems as if nobody even cares or notices. There was trash everywhere. Houses had graffiti on them. I looked at the alleyways, places my friends and I would run through playing tag and play hide n' seek, but now there was nothing but gang signs. A whole lot of trash, beer bottles and cans, smoke, and so much more coming from there. Just by looking around the town, I could tell there was a hell of a lot more gangs than there ever were back then.

A lot of buildings look burnt, and some weren't even open anymore. I wonder why. I hope my place, or well what is going to hopefully be my place, is in at least better condition. I'm not asking for it to be like what it was when I was little, the giant, white, and black mansion that it used to be. But, please God please, at least let it have some decency to it. I hope the family arena is ok. I hope he's okay. Did anything happ-

"Ka!!" I jumped at the sound of Alex yelling my name. I looked at him through the mirror. He looked worried, so I smiled at him. He smiled back but was mainly focused on the road. "It all happened five years ago," he said while slowing the car down to a stop.

"We're here," I said as he got out of the car.

I looked at the house that was now in front of our car. I was scared. Sadly. "Yes-" sigh- "we are" he replied. I got out of the car, cautiously. He grabbed our bags from the trunk and come up to my side. "I'm heading in to let everyone know that you are here. Do you need anything before I go back to work? Little girl." He was grinning ear to ear. I couldn't hold back my smile.

"I need you to stop calling me 'little girl' please" I quoted 'little girl' and tried to add as much exaggeration to it as I possibly could. He just laughed.

"Not going to happen," he grinned and put his face right in front of mine, "little girl." My brows furrowed at him. He laughed hard and just shook his head as if he's still looking at that three-year-old girl that he used to know eighteen years ago. "When I see you in action personally, which I have heard that from two years ago to now there was a giant increase in maturity, so then, I might just consider changing your nickname." I didn't notice my reaction until he started smiling again. That's when I realized that I had squealed and started jumping up and down like I used to do when I was younger. I was acting like a child, damn it. I had stopped instantly. "Like I said. I. Might. Change the name. Might." as a reflex to what he said, I had stomped my foot. Wow. It feels so good and natural to be around Alex, and act like my true side that he knows. I feel like I can let loose, be me, be that little girl that I had to lock up so many years ago.

Alex has always been and will always be family to me. He was like an uncle to me when I was a very little girl. He was one of the main people to help me with the death of my parents. Alex has been there for me ever since I was two. Now I'm twenty-one and still acting like I'm two around him. Alex was the one who followed through with my parents and my wish on getting me into travel horse shows. He knows my family's secret. And, he took me, personally, to the people that said they would take me in. And those people who come to find out were his younger sister Alana and her husband Nate.

He headed inside. I've been wondering why we parked at the backside of the house not at the front door. I headed up to the porch, cautiously. I stood at the door for a while. What am I doing here? Why did I choose to come back? Does this town even need my help? If so, do they want my help? Why do I feel like this is going to be hell to even fix things up, yet alone get a SHOW in? These questions have been flooding my mind ever since I first spotted how bad of shape the town was in.

"!!BANG!!" what the hell was that? I barged into the room. And what I saw was surprising. The giant glass trophy case, that I used to store my prizes fell onto a young girl. I rushed over and practically through the case off of her. She looked at me as if she just saw a god or something supernatural. But, I mean she isn't completely wrong.

"H-h-how?" was the only thing she could state as I tried to help her up.

"How, what? Are you okay?" she shook her head. I grab her waist with my left hand while placing my right hand on my shoulder. She winced and clutched the right side of her waist. I saw a large piece of shard glass bulged into her side. Her body gave up and she started to collapse, right into me. I wrapped my arms around her.

"Somebody get me a towel.!" I yelled the demand so they knew it was as serious as they should take it. A guy came back very quickly and handed me a heavy-duty hand towel. I put it at her side and scooped her up bridal style. "NObody! Is to clean this up. Does everyone understand me?" They all nodded or said 'Yes mi lady' (respect humm that's surprising) "Then you all are dismissed, Alex can you meet me in the recovery room?"

He looked pale, "What is it nooow?" He flinched, took a few steps back, AND raised his hands in front of him as if he was surrendering.

"Well..." he took a long pause and scratched the dockside of his head.

"Someone better answer me. NOW!!" everyone jumped back one girl screamed and hid behind what I think was her father. I was getting annoyed, the poor girl stored and groned in my arms.

"Guys i don't have much time to say this poor girl. If she loses too much blood we lose her. Please help me help her." I was annoyed, sad, frustrated, and pissed off all at the same time and they all knew that wasn't a good thing.

Alex looked at me with pleading eyes then instantly the floor, "Only the entrance, your's and your parent's rooms, the kitchen, and some of the hallways have been kept maintained. In the last eight or so..." he looked back up at me, I could tell we were disappointed, upset, and scared.

"Eight or so, what?!?!" I. Don't. Have. Time. For. THIS!!! I was getting very mad and impatient. I mean there is a, what looks like a seventeen-year-old, young girl in my arms, with the chance of Death. And it would take about an hour for the first responders to show up.

"Years," he whispered as he looked at the ground, ashamed. 

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This is a story I'm rewriting. I wrote the original story when I was like ten. I hope you all like it, please leave a vote if you do it would be really helpful. Thank you. And sorry it's a short chapter.

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