The ground under me felt as if it was caving in, I knew it wasn't, what was happening right now was no dream, no earthquake though my world was shaken. The rain was coming down heavy not heavy enough for me not to be able to see. My glasses were barely holding on. My legs sore as I ran through the dark forest. at least two pairs of legs running after me. The terror was clear to those who would have seen me if I wasn't outside at midnight running away from the person, or thing I wasn't sure what, killed my parents.
I will never forget the blood splatter on the walls of the place I called home for ten years of my life. The people I looked up to in the small town I lived gone if not murdered the burned alive or in their sleep.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by the fact that there were no longer footsteps after mine, and that the trees started clearing out. In the distance, I could make out the soft glow of lights which meant I had just a little bit of land to cover with my tiny legs till I make it to remote safety.
That was the start of my new life, my ten-year-old brain unaware of the danger the next few years had in store for me, Cencharles was a nightmare in disguise.
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Struggle With The Past
Teen FictionEliot Weller doesn't remember any of his childhood except for having to run away from something or someone he doesn't remember. He lives his life thinking it's not important but that turned out to be false when he meets his bullies, Micheal O'Neill'...
