Starting Over (Prologue)

322 5 2
                                    

                                                                            Prologue

          Pain.  Horror.  I hated my life, and once again,  I was reminded of that.  My parents abused me, and I wanted to leave this life.  I wanted to get away from- well, everything.  I knew I might be strong enough this time.  Last time I tried to run away, my parents found me.  But now I am eleven years old and I feel I am stronger this time.  I decided I would pack my bags, but what really was there to pack?  I'm probably one of the poorest kids so I didn't have hardly anything.  I was lucky, though, to be pretty good looking.  I opened my window and jumped back as cold air gushed through the windows.  I shivered with crystal snowflakes falling into the room.  I closed the window.  Maybe now, during winter, isn't the best time to run away.  I wanted to get away as fast as I could, but maybe a crappy old house was better than below zero weather.  But I quickly remembered my parents.  I was tempted to leave, but I would dye of hypothermia.  I walked and sat down on my blanket which was supposed to be called my bed.

Starting OverWhere stories live. Discover now