I awake from my nightmare sweating and crying. I looked down at my arm to see no bullet wound. I just sit there for a moment, in the back seat of my red mini cooper to calm myself down. "It was just a dream,Elizabeth. It was just a dream." I say to myself. I climb up into the front seat of the car. Placing the keys in the ignition, I turn keys to start the car. I glance at the clock on the radio to see that it was almost nine thirty. I get back on the freeway to find a hotel room for the day. I could really use a bed. And a shower.
****Four to five hours later I had pulled thencarninto a bed and breakfast parking lot. I have already checked myself in and now I am carrying my duffle bag and trying to locate my room. Finally finding the room, I push open the door. I close the door behind me and place my duffle bag on the bed.'First,'I think.'I need a shower and then something to eat.'
I walk into the bathroom and quickly strip myself of my clothes. I stop and look at myself in the mirror. I poke at the brusies that color my body and trace the scars that litter my body. I shake my head as if it shakes away the thoughts and hop into the shower. I do what people do in the shower and get out. Nearly an hour later I emerge from the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel. I walk up to the bed where my duffle bag sat. Unzipping it, I dumped everything out. Digging though the clothes, I finally found something suitable to wear out. I had picked a burgundy colored dress and black leggings. Which I paired with a white, cashmere cardigan, a brown waist belt, brown ankle boots and a golden colored bracelet. After getting dressed I grabbed some money and walked down stairs. I stopped in the lobby and asked the person at the front desk if there were any diners nearby. Getting directions, I quickly head out.
****When I had finished eating I headed back to the bed and breakfast. When I made it to my room I decided I would figure out where I should go next and leave in the morning. I pull out an atlas,I had gotten from the lobby, trying to decide where to go. About thirty minutes later I decide I would head out to Seattle, Washington in the morning and settle there. With a plan in mind, I get ready for bed and once again fall into the dark oblivion called sleep.
&&&&Elizabeth's outfit to the side or top.
This was just a small filler chapter, I plan on updating either today or tomorrow. Depending on whenever I finish the next chapter. Thanks for reading everyone, and please stick around for the next chapter.

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Run Away
Kurt AdamElizabeth Wilson is an eighteen year old girl in her senior year of high school. After the death of her father her entire life has gone to Hell. Her freinds have left her, she is always bullied at school, and it doesn't stop when she comes home to h...